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Ragnar pulls out a little, then pushes in a little further than the first time.

"Ragnar." He's still looking up into Ragnar's eyes, love and trust flooding through him with the physical sensations.

"Athelstan," Ragnar says, pushing in even more deeply, aiming for that sensible spot once again.

"Yes, that - ah!"

Ragnar just found it, and any minute now he'll get those screams.

Ragnar smiles, and pushes in again, aiming for it once again.

Then, he bends forward to kiss Athelstan while he keeps thrusting.

Athelstan muffles his cries in the kiss, but otherwise makes no effort to quiet them.

Ragnar starts to gasp and pant himself -- Athelstan is hot and tight, and the pleasure is as intense for him as for Athelstan.

"You know - " Athelstan manages to say " - how this is best. Make me - scream."

Ragnar thrusts, angling himself with each movement, trying for the sweet spot every time.

That should make him scream soon.

It does, and his blunt nails make dents in Ragnar's shoulders by their digging in, harder with every thrust.

Ragnar kisses him deeply and searingly again, and speeds up the thrusts, hitting home every time now.

He can't get enough of those kisses, and he tries to match Ragnar's pace with his own hip movements, pulling him deeper in.

"This is - I couldn't imagine - "

"Now you feel it," Ragnar says, pushing in as deeply as Athelstan wants him to.

He loves the expression on Athelstan's face at this.

It's as unguarded as it possibly could be, every feeling showing, and those feelings are mostly sensation and lust right now.

"Now I do."

"You're even more lovely this way," Ragnar whispers, kissing him lovingly even as he keeps thrusting.

He blushes, ridiculously considering they're in the middle of sex.

"You - look good too."

Ragnar chuckles, kisses him again, and thrusts faster.

Athelstan can still speak -- he should scream more! Nobody can hear them here, except perhaps demon bunnies.

He'll be hoarse by the time they've finished, as Ragnar pulls louder cries out of him with every thrust.

"Oh - yes!" Ragnar groans, feeling the pull towards completion now as well -- and slowing down, as he wants to make this last just a little bit longer.

Athelstan's eyes are tightly closed, drinking in every single drop of sensation, as he moves back against Ragnar, matching his pace.

"That's it," Ragnar sighs, thrusting steadily. "Oh yes."

Pause.

Gasp.

"Athelstan. I love you!"

"I love you", he echoes without opening his eyes. "Completely."

"You're mine," Ragnar pants, "and I'm yours!"

He can't stop himself much longer now, and starts thrusting faster, right at the spot where it's best.

"Mine and Lagertha's."

His hand finds the back of Ragnar's head, and he pulls him down for another kiss.

Ragnar kisses him deeply and greedily once more, thrusting yet faster.

"Right one," he gasps, "all yours!"