[ Athelstan smiles, pressing his lips to his chest as he's feeling lazy, not wanting to lift his head to find his lips. The nuzzling and the soft breath he can feel in his hair relaxes him more.
His hand slips over Ragnar's stomach and then down lower, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him slowly. He wouldn't leave it alone, it'd be unfair he thinks. He's still thinking of the years he knew that he had made Ragnar wait, knowing he wanted him. ]
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His hand slips over Ragnar's stomach and then down lower, fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him slowly. He wouldn't leave it alone, it'd be unfair he thinks. He's still thinking of the years he knew that he had made Ragnar wait, knowing he wanted him. ]
How can you be satisfied with so little?