athelstanthescribe | (no subject)

(no subject)

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...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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."

"Oh, I'll do whatever you want me to or do to me," Ragnar says. "Nothing's keeping you from sitting down on me, if you feel like it."

"Well, if you say so..." He straddles Ragnar, tugging at his trousers.

"Whatever you want, Athelstan," Ragnar says, lifting his hips to make the trousers easier to strip off.

His prick springs free, very ready and eager.

He wavers, not sure if he wants to touch with hands or mouth, or be taken.

Finally he moves off a little, lying on the bracken again.

"Come to me."

Ragnar kicks off his trousers and rolls over to reach for Athelstan. "Here I am!"

Athelstan opens his arms, waiting for him.

"You know what I want."

"I know what you want, and what you like best," Ragnar says, pushing Athelstan's legs apart to cover him, moving smoothly into his open arms. "You want me inside you, pounding against the sweet spot hidden high up in your hole."

"Yes", Athelstan breathes, welcoming him in. "My master and my shield."