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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.

Ragnar puts his hands on Athelstan's hips to steady him, licks again, then peers up at him.

"Too much?"

He shakes his head, breath coming shorter again.

"Unexpected. But not too much."

Ragnar bends his head again to lick more -- the rim of that hole, the perineum, even over Athelstan's balls.

Then, he rolls his tongue and pushes the very tip inside, just for a few millimetres.

That feels very different to Ragnar's finger, and it gets some very interesting sounds out of Athelstan.

Ragnar likes those sounds, and pushes just a little bit more. A tongue won't go that far, but there's still a little give in that movement.

Athelstan groans in his throat, and his hands dig harder into Ragnar's back.

Finally, Ragnar stops doing that, and licks three fingers on his right hand.

He looks up into Athelstan's face.

Athelstan is gasping for breath, his pupils so enormous his eyes look black. He looks back at Ragnar, and whispers, "Yes."

Slowly, Ragnar pushes his middle finger inside.

His head falls back with what in other circumstances would be a whimper, but it's of intense pleasure drowning out any discomfort, not pain.

Edited 2015-07-27 17:18 (UTC)

Ragnar pushes his middle finger in deep, crooking it again to poke at that sensitive spot.

"Yes - yes, there - "

Ragnar's lucky he's getting words at all.

Ragnar pulls his finger out almost all the way. "I'm going to add another finger now; it might feel a bit odd," he says.

And does so, sliding both of them inside again, with a twist to help.