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It's almost time to leave their little hunting cabin and go back to the town, much as Athelstan and Ragnar might wish they could stay... but Athelstan's dog is nowhere to be seen.

Athelstan stands in the doorway, looking and calling for him, and finally he reappears, carrying something in his mouth.

"Fiachra? What have you got there?"

He crouches for a better look, frowning as it strikes him that doesn't look like a deer bone...

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Athelstan drops bonelessly back against the bracken, catching his breath.

"Ragnar", he murmurs.

Ragnar lets go of Athelstan's prick as it goes limp, but gives it a few more licks as if to clean it off. He pulls his finger out and wipes it on the bracken, and then moves to lie beside Athelstan, licking his lips before leaning in for a kiss.

"Athelstan."

Ragnar is still fully dressed, apart from his shoes; he keeps stroking Athelstan's naked body.

"...why have you still got all your clothes on?" he asks, that smile that only his lovers ever see starting to grow even as he turns into Ragnar's hands. "That hardly seems fair."

"Because I was busy worshipping your body as it deserves," Ragnar says, smiling. "I don't have to be naked to please him down there."

He pets Athelstan's exhausted prick with two fingers.

"No, you don't", Athelstan agrees softly. "But now it's your turn."

"There is no hurry," Ragnar says, "but do tell me how and where you want me."

"I just want you", Athelstan tells him. "And having you, the details matter little to me."

Ragnar lies back in the bracken, with that grin of his.

"Here, have me!" he declares. "I'm all yours. Take whatever you want."

Sprawled as he is, it becomes very obvious that pleasuring Athelstan has pleased Ragnar very, very much as well. He is ready for whatever Athelstan wants now.

Athelstan rolls over until he's half on top of Ragnar, kisses him soundly, and begins working on his belt.

"I like the beginning already," Ragnar says, grinning up at Athelstan.

"Good", Athelstan says with a grin in return. "Because I'm not going to rush over it."

Ragnar watches him with that grin, like a cat that has smelled fish.

Good things are coming!

Yes, yes they are.

The belt untied, he begins tugging Ragnar's shirt up towards his head.

Ragnar arches his back and lifts his arms to help him.

The shirt slips free and is dropped to one side, then Athelstan stretches out again to pay proper attention to Ragnar's upper body.

Ragnar gives a pleased moan, like a large cat purring, and smiles at Athelstan.

Athelstan laughs against his skin.

"You're like a lion."

"Roar!" Ragnar says, lazily. "I've just eaten a Christian!"

"...you're terrible."

But he's still laughing.

"Lions are!" Ragnar says, laughing as well.

Beat.

"Christians taste very nice. Well, at least the one I've eaten."

"I'm glad to hear it. I wouldn't want you not to enjoy it."

"I'll do it again," Ragnar says, "at some point, when the Christian can stand up again."

"The Christian wants something else first", Athelstan murmurs, pressing kisses to Ragnar's chest and moving lower.

"Oh yes?" Ragnar says, sounding hopeful.

"To return the favour", he says with another kiss. "And then you can have me. Unless you'd rather that now."