Athelstan is easily lost in the kiss then, as the other touches his cock, hard and aching and moans are heavy against Ragnar's mouth. Athelstan's cheeks are flushed red, a mixture of the still flustered embarrassment at being vulnerable this way with Ragnar, some place new again and also just the act itself bringing a rich flush to his complexion. The strength of how deeply he feels for Ragnar is still right there on the surface, the tip of his tongue and he's grateful for the kiss that keeps the words from falling out in a confession that he doesn't think either of them are ready for, even Athelstan after so many years of feeling it. Ragnar is still so young and Athelstan is frightened that somehow he might be rejected, that he will at some point not be good enough to deserve him.

He feels torn between pressing his hips back into Ragnar's as the other thrusts and forward into the hand that's wrapped around his length that's already starting to leak pre-come pushed so close by the feeling of Ragnar inside of him, closer physically than they have been before. It felt better than he had been able to imagine, perhaps it's because it is, after all, Ragnar who he had wanted all along. He breaks from the kiss, sucking in a few full breaths, his breath coming in pants as he bites at Ragnar's bottom lip briefly before pressing another kiss to his lips.