Everything about being with Ragnar is different. Not only in the obvious ways, the fact that his feelings for him are so deep and that Ragnar's care for him is obvious in every movement, every touch shared but it's a different position, it's not even in a bed. Most of all, it feel so much better, Athelstan wanting it with every part of himself, the shame and guilt of breaking his vows again forgotten for this moment where he gives into Ragnar; he'll keep giving into him and he'll pray that the Lord will understand somehow and forgive him.
He turned his head to meet his lips in the kiss, a quiet sound escaping into it and he almost thinks it wouldn't be the worst thing to say the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He can't help but know better, to know even if Ragnar felt the same he wouldn't likely say it back -- in so many whispered conversations he'd over heard he'd not once heard him say it to Lagertha. And Athelstan is not sure it wouldn't hurt if the words weren't returned even if expected. There's also the chance that Ragnar could push him away, turn him away. He can't take it.
His breathing is heavy when their lips part even if not for long. He sucks in another breath but he kisses him back just as hungrily as the one before. "Yes," Athelstan says simply and it's true and when it's out there he presses for another kiss, pushing back slightly.
With one hand firmly gripping Athelstan's hip, his other arm was wrapped around him, hand on Athelstan's jaw to keep him pulled into the kiss. Lips still pressed hard against Athelstan's, his groan was muffled as Athelstan pushed back against him. He slowly rolled his hips forward, almost not wanting to pull away in the least bit from Athelstan, wanting to keep contact, to keep touching him everywhere.
After rocking his hips shallowly a few more times, the desire for more felt like a burning need, that desire only slightly outweighing not wanting to disconnect with Athelstan in the least bit.
Pulling back a little further, he rocked his hips forward again with more force, breaking the kiss with a breathless moan and a sharp inhale that dissolved into soft panting as he tried to catch his breath, "Athelstan."
Athelstan kisses Ragnar back hungrily and full of desire that had been building for so long. He wouldn't have wanted to disconnect from the kiss even without Ragnar's hand on his jaw but he was pleased with the hold on him, just further adding to how wrapped up he felt in Ragnar. A moan slips from his lips into the other's again as their hips were rocking together a bit shallowly. It still felt good, better than good.
"Ah," the gasp came out when Ragnar thrusts back in more intensely than before, Athelstan's muscles tightening for a moment. He couldn't help but push back against the other, his hand grasping at the wall which doesn't give him much purchase. "Ragnar, that feels good."
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.
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.
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He turned his head to meet his lips in the kiss, a quiet sound escaping into it and he almost thinks it wouldn't be the worst thing to say the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He can't help but know better, to know even if Ragnar felt the same he wouldn't likely say it back -- in so many whispered conversations he'd over heard he'd not once heard him say it to Lagertha. And Athelstan is not sure it wouldn't hurt if the words weren't returned even if expected. There's also the chance that Ragnar could push him away, turn him away. He can't take it.
His breathing is heavy when their lips part even if not for long. He sucks in another breath but he kisses him back just as hungrily as the one before. "Yes," Athelstan says simply and it's true and when it's out there he presses for another kiss, pushing back slightly.
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After rocking his hips shallowly a few more times, the desire for more felt like a burning need, that desire only slightly outweighing not wanting to disconnect with Athelstan in the least bit.
Pulling back a little further, he rocked his hips forward again with more force, breaking the kiss with a breathless moan and a sharp inhale that dissolved into soft panting as he tried to catch his breath, "Athelstan."
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"Ah," the gasp came out when Ragnar thrusts back in more intensely than before, Athelstan's muscles tightening for a moment. He couldn't help but push back against the other, his hand grasping at the wall which doesn't give him much purchase. "Ragnar, that feels good."
It almost feels embarrassing to say.
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He half hummed, half moaned in agreement against Athelstan's lips, dragging him back into a kiss before he could actually answer.
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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.