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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.

"Ah - " He bucks against Ragnar's hand, because it does feel odd, but when Ragnar reaches that spot inside...

Ragnar twists his fingers a bit more, wanting to hear that sound again.

He gets it, more than once.

"You - Ragnar - I love you."

Ragnar comes to lie beside him, bending his head to kiss Athelstan just as he adds the third finger.

If Ragnar's arms weren't around him, his muscle spasm at that could have lifted him clear out of the root hollow, and he cries out.

Ragnar kisses him again. "Is it all right?" he asks, to make sure it's not pain he's crying out from.

"It - it is." Tears are standing in his eyes, despite himself. "I just... never felt this before."

"I love you," Ragnar says, quietly, moving his fingers again. "Push against my fingers again?"

"There's more?" He cranes up for another kiss, already pushing down.

Ragnar pushes against that, and his fingers go in to the very hilt. Twisting them, he pushes against that sensitive point again.

Athelstan's cry this time contains Ragnar's name, then just wordless sound.

Ragnar kisses him again.

"You might be ready for me now," he says.

"I'm in your hands", Athelstan whispers against his lips.

One more kiss, and then Ragnar kneels between Athelstan's knees, his cock ready and leaking a clear liquid at the tip.

He holds on to Athelstan's hips, and then positions himself at the entrance to the nicely loosened hole.

"Push against me," Ragnar says, looking Athelstan in the eye.

Athelstan locks eyes with him, his trust total, then grips his shoulders and pushes up hard.

Ragnar pushes down in the very same moment, and slides inside smoothly, about half-way.

Athelstan can't bite back a moan at that, and isn't actually trying very hard.

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.