Ragnar slid his hand from Athelstan's hip, feeling him start to meet him. He could think of a much better thing to do with that hand. Kissing Athelstan a little harder, he wrapped his fingers around Athelstan's cock, starting to stroke him firmly in sync with his thrusts.

He half hummed, half moaned in agreement against Athelstan's lips, dragging him back into a kiss before he could actually answer.