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"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!"

"Ah - " He gasps, pushing hard against Ragnar's finger. "I want - I want you."

Ragnar pushes the finger in deeper, and crooks it.

And with that, he touches -- something, a bundle of nerves hidden deep inside that will set Athelstan's pleasure on fire.

"Me?" he murmurs.

His whole body arches as Ragnar finds that spot, out of all conscious control.

"Yes", he gasps. "I know Sinric wants... but I want - the first time - to be only you."

"You want it?" Ragnar says, his grin containing a hint of happy fanged beast. "You want my cock to tickle you there?"

His finger crooks, rubs, pushes for emphasis.

Athelstan can barely breathe for all the sensations rushing through his body.

"Do I have to - say it again?"

He trusts Ragnar to be gentle.

"I hear and obey," Ragnar says, the grin now splitting his face properly. "But I need to make you ready. Come, lie on your back."

He flips them over, and gently shifts Athelstan around in the comfortable embrace of the large root.

He goes where Ragnar puts him, trying to get his breath back in this brief respite from being pleasured.

Ragnar parts Athelstan's legs, almost reverently, putting his feet beyond the encircling root so it will be easy to remain spread like that.

Then, he kneels between Athelstan's thighs, bending over to briefly kiss the head of Athelstan's aroused cock before parting his buttocks with his big, rough thumbs and then bending his head to lick over the entrance to Athelstan's body.

Ragnar hasn't done that before, and it's a struggle not to move too sharply and either hit him or knock him away, which is the last thing Athelstan wants to do.