athelstanthescribe | (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...

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bigarmy_strangepants

"It's a very nice size and well in proportion," Ragnar says, opening Athelstan's trousers and pulling it out so he can look at it, and stroke it where it's arching against Athelstan's belly. "I like it very much."

Ragnar sits up to pull Athelstan's trousers off him.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan raises his hips a little to help, eyeing Ragnar.

"Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I can forgive you."

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar pulls the trousers off and looks down at the naked Athelstan, on the green bracken, under the clear sunlight.

He is very, very nice to look at, Ragnar thinks.

"It's just the right size for this."

He bends down, and takes the head of Athelstan's prick between his lips.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan gasps, arching against the bracken in the sudden rush of sensation from this new experience with Ragnar.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar suckles on it for a bit, rubbing his tongue against the underside while he does so.

He lets go, and peers up at Athelstan.

"Usually," he murmurs, lips and beards moving against Athelstan's prick and his stones in their taut sac, "I touch you from the inside, and it gives you so much pleasure, this sweet thing here is usually happy to spill between our bellies with no other encouragement. But now, I think I want to give it the full attention it deserves."

He proceeds to kiss his way down its length.

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athelstanthescribe

"Ragnar", he murmurs helplessly. "I... yes. Whatever you want..."

Everything brings him pleasure.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar gives some playful little bites to the inside of Athelstan's thighs, and then licks his way up the prick again, rubbing the tip of his tongue against the edge of the tip, at the little corner where the foreskin is attached.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan's hands clench involuntarily on the bracken, accidentally tearing some of it loose.

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bigarmy_strangepants

"It's exactly the right size for this," Ragnar murmurs, bearded lips moving again the sensitive flesh. Then, he takes it into his mouth again, sucking it in just far enough for it to be comfortable for him, and pleasurable for Athelstan.

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athelstanthescribe

He cries out Ragnar's name at that, all other words abandoning him.

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bigarmy_strangepants

To make it last a little longer, Ragnar lets go again and blows over the wet tip; then, he takes his own middle finger in his mouth in the same manner, getting it nice and slick, eyes glittering at Athelstan with wicked promise.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan's eyes sparkle in response, even as he's catching his breath from the last time, and he deliberately spreads his legs.

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bigarmy_strangepants

So nice and ready for him! Ragnar pushes his finger inside so Athelstan won't feel empty, crooking the tip to reach for the sensitive spot there; then, he licks up Athelstan's prick again and once more take it inside, slurping on it with wet lips and tongue.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan groans, deep in his throat.

"Ragnar..."

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar answers something, but it's incomprehensible, as his mouth is rather full just now.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan wants to touch something that isn't vegetation.

His hands flail vaguely until they find Ragnar's head.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar's braid is quite useful for holding on to. And not vegetation at all.

Ragnar's free hand roams up Athelstan's belly any chest.

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athelstanthescribe

His hands tangle deeply in Ragnar's braid and he lies back with a pleasured sigh, letting Ragnar touch him however he wants.

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bigarmy_strangepants

That is what Ragnar was aiming for -- his hand on Athelstan's chest, his finger in Athelstan's hole, and his mouth around Athelstan's prick are all there just to give pleasure.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan stretches to his full length, opening himself to Ragnar in every way he can.

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bigarmy_strangepants

Ragnar falls into an easy rhythm, thrusting, suckling and stroking; he can keep that up quite a while.

He likes it; his cheek rests on Athelstan's spread-open thigh, and his nose is nestled in the dark curls at his groin as his lips and tongue work on giving Athelstan pleasure.

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athelstanthescribe

Athelstan murmurs something unintelligible, lost in pleasure at what Ragnar's doing - and who's doing it, as ever - and desire for what he knows is coming.

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bigarmy_strangepants

For once, Ragnar doesn't speed up his ministrations; he knows that either Athelstan will get vocal and make demands, or he'll go with the flow and be swept over the edge of pleasure with inexorable slowness.

He'll notice, anyway.