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[Ughh, of course this throws a wrench in things. His face is bright red, his expression almost a childish level of embarrassment. Fuck his fucking powers. At least when Ragnar touches his thigh, he's only a bit warmer than the average human. Once Ragnar has made himself comfortable he looks up, eyeing his cock with some reservation before looking up at his face.]

I didn't mean to. [He takes a moment to kick off his pants, and crawls on all fours to sit in Ragnar's lap. He hesitates briefly before pressing a kiss to Ragnar's lips, one of those kisses that's more like a dog licking submissively.] It just- happens. I panicked. It's fine. Let's keep going, yeah?

[It's not fine. His heart is still beating out of his chest, and there's a tense note to his voice as he speaks. But damned if he's not going to power through it.]