Athelstan isn't sure exactly what's happening right away even when Ragnar is pushing him, pressing his upper body into the cool wall, a shiver that Athelstan is sure isn't entirely temperature related going through him. There's a moment where what Dodger had done presses into the forefront of his mind but he pushes it back, trusting Ragnar as the other guides him, his fingers pressing firm against the shower wall. With all the water it doesn't feel like solid purchase but it's enough and Ragnar is pressed behind him, his body warm and hard. And Ragnar would have never let harm come to him by his own hand or by accident if he could help it.
He bites down on his lip when the other's teeth pressed into his shoulder, arching slightly and his face is flushed red in arousal and perhaps still some of the intimate modesty that still remains in him. His breathing is ragged, both anticipating and a little bit frightened -- not of Ragnar, but maybe more of himself of his own desires, fears of his own insecurity and inadequacies that would be made all the more clear somehow in this.
But then he feels Ragnar and his eyes close, his forehead pressing against the cool of the shower wall, his body tightening instinctively at first but he focuses on his breathing until that initial feeling passes. "Ragnar," the sound is a quiet moan, perhaps part of a longer sentence, swallowed feelings that he is too insecure to say out loud to him.
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Date: 2018-02-27 05:42 am (UTC)He bites down on his lip when the other's teeth pressed into his shoulder, arching slightly and his face is flushed red in arousal and perhaps still some of the intimate modesty that still remains in him. His breathing is ragged, both anticipating and a little bit frightened -- not of Ragnar, but maybe more of himself of his own desires, fears of his own insecurity and inadequacies that would be made all the more clear somehow in this.
But then he feels Ragnar and his eyes close, his forehead pressing against the cool of the shower wall, his body tightening instinctively at first but he focuses on his breathing until that initial feeling passes. "Ragnar," the sound is a quiet moan, perhaps part of a longer sentence, swallowed feelings that he is too insecure to say out loud to him.