Ragnar pulls Athelstan into his lap, his prick ready and eager; it needs no more than a nudge to find the entrance to Athelstan's body, so slick and open for him.

"Sit down on me," he murmurs to Athelstan, into the continuing kiss, "and turn us over once we are joined, if you want me to cover you; or ride me, if you'd rather."

Over Athelstan's shoulder, he smiles into Sinric's eyes.


[[OOC: Sleep well, Munnin, and see you in your morning!]]