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"We do," Ragnar says, pushing his fingers into the waistband of Athelstan's trousers.

"Shall we do something about that?"

Even if it'll mean moving apart briefly.

"Yes, please," Ragnar says. "These jeans are getting tighter and tighter at the crotch."

Athelstan scrambles up to get his own trousers and underwear off, then turns to look expectantly at Ragnar.

Ragnar is kneeling up, and undoing the buttons of his jeans one by one.

Eyes alight with growing desire, he just stands and watches.

With the last button undone, Ragnar's cock springs free, strong and aroused; he pushes the jeans off the rest of the way, and then shoves them off, raising his legs to get rid of them.

And that's Athelstan's signal to move forward, pulling the jeans off Ragnar's feet and dropping them aside to straddle him.

"Oh yes!" Ragnar says, smiling as he is being straddled and taken possession of.

"Now", he whispers, dipping forward for a kiss, "what are you going to do with me today?"

"Make you scream," Ragnar whispers back into the kiss.

"Then I'm all yours." He means it. "Be gentle, but do whatever you want to."

Ragnar is stroking Athelstan's hips and buttocks, letting a finger slip in-between those, just teasing the top of the crack.

It's not screaming, not yet, but those gentle touches do get little sounds of pleasure from him.

Ragnar kisses him again, then runs his finger deeper, softly stroking over Athelstan's hole.

He likes those little sounds.

"Yes", Athelstan gasps out. "Yes, more... there..."

Ragnar takes the finger away to lick it, the rubs down again, sliding more smoothly over the hole to rub at the sensitive area beyond.

Then, he presses down at the entrance to Athelstan's body, but doesn't push inside yet.

"Ragnar - !"

His hands are on Ragnar's back, fingertips pressing in.

"Here," Ragnar says, kissing him. "Push against my finger to open yourself up if you want me to slide it inside."

"I do." He pants, pushing obediently. "I do - want - "

Meeting the motion, Ragnar pushes the tip of the finger in, then goes in to the first knuckle.

Athelstan cries out, still not quite a scream but louder than before, and moves against him.

Ragnar very much likes those noises Athelstan makes.

He kisses him again. "Deeper?" he tempts.

"God - " He kisses Ragnar back hotly. "Yes - deeper."

Ragnar slides in to the second knuckle, then starts moving in and out a little.

"Yet deeper?"

Another kiss.

"Push against my finger again!"