"If you'd like to, yes," Ragnar says.

He leans in for a long kiss to Athelstan's lips, taking him in his arms as he does so.

His prick is eager at the thought of simply being guided into an open, ready Athelstan. But even apart from that -- Sinric should do what he wants, touch in ways he feels safe in. One day, Ragnar will see the face he makes at the pinnacle of pleasure; there is no hurry.

Ragnar knows, as he's already seen it, years ago.