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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!"

Athelstan loses the ability to speak again for a little while, his breathing too rapid, but there's acceptance in his eyes.

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Ragnar speeds up even more, hanging on just enough so he can make sure of Athelstan's climax, before letting go.

"So - close!" he gasps.

Athelstan's climax is really a done deal at this point, and he's just teetering on the edge. One more push upwards, and he's there.

And there are a few more thrusts to that spot, pushing Athelstan's pleasure as far out as possible while he's already climaxing, and then Ragnar spills his load as well, climaxing with a great bellow of pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt for one last time.

That gets a final scream, whether or not anyone can hear it over Ragnar's noise, and Athelstan drags Ragnar's head down for one more eager kiss.

Ragnar kisses him back as if he was the oxygen he needs, panting as he slowly comes down from those great heights, settling on his elbows above Athelstan as he slips into the afterglow.

"Athelstan," he finally manages to say. "Sweetie. That was -- oh wow, I'm so glad we did this."