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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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He doesn't make any demands. For the time being, Athelstan is more than satisfied with what he's getting.

And soon, Athelstan will be properly satisfied.

But there's no hurry; and Ragnar actually enjoys doing this, leisurely and slow.

They don't often get the chance at leisurely and slow, still less at everything they'd like to do to each other, and they're both going to enjoy it while it lasts.

After a while, Ragnar moves his head to dip up and down more, in addition to simply suckling.

Athelstan's breath starts to come short and rapid, and his fingers flex and pull at Ragnar's braid.

Oh, so finally he's losing control! With his lips still around the tip of Athelstan's prick, Ragnar lifts his head to peer up at him.

He's learned self-control all his life, giving it up doesn't happen so easily. His eyes are half-lidded as he looks back at Ragnar.

"Don't stop", he gasps. "Unless..."

Ragnar doesn't stop. He doesn't even want to know what would happen unless.

He sucks in deeply, and thrusts more insistently with his finger.

It was more an 'unless you're going to do something else', but this is absolutely fine with Athelstan.

His muscles spasm around Ragnar's finger, and he tries to restrain the arching of his body at least enough to slow it and not smack Ragnar in the face.

Oh, yes! That's more like it.

Ragnar keeps sucking, and pushing.

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"Ragnar", he gasps out. "I can't... I'm going to..."

He wants to be sure that's all right.

That is rather the point of this exercise, so Ragnar keeps suckling and pushing even more strongly.

Yes, it's all right.

Athelstan cries out as he reaches his peak, and his body reacts even more strongly.

Ragnar holds him by his hip as he arches up in his pleasure, and swallows, and swallows, and swallows until there is absolutely no more coming.

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."