There's no room for arguing more when Ragnar kisses him. The question playing in the air still and he would let him, Ragnar has a way of getting Athelstan to eventually do just about anything he desires. Maybe this intimacy between them had taken two decades, give or take, but Athelstan had given into him as he had made so many concessions before.
Athelstan moans into the kiss, the other's tongue warm and wet and Ragnar's taste invading his mouth and he savors it as he kisses him back. His hands tighten around Ragnar when the other's finger teases him, their hips sliding together with each of Ragnar's movements, both of them hard and wanting. Athelstan feels the uncertainty of what exactly to do, what Ragnar wants from him. The battle of where to put his hands, how to move had been solved, mostly, in the bedroom setting and this was a new way of things but he tries not to think too much and to instead let his hands wander over Ragnar's chest and around to his back, hands easily moving over his skin slick with the warm water.
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Athelstan moans into the kiss, the other's tongue warm and wet and Ragnar's taste invading his mouth and he savors it as he kisses him back. His hands tighten around Ragnar when the other's finger teases him, their hips sliding together with each of Ragnar's movements, both of them hard and wanting. Athelstan feels the uncertainty of what exactly to do, what Ragnar wants from him. The battle of where to put his hands, how to move had been solved, mostly, in the bedroom setting and this was a new way of things but he tries not to think too much and to instead let his hands wander over Ragnar's chest and around to his back, hands easily moving over his skin slick with the warm water.