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[athelstanthescribe]

While Ragnar chooses which root would be best for them, Athelstan walks slowly around the clearing, fascinated by the unfamiliar nature.

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[athelstanthescribe]

"Think about what?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Life," Ragnar says. "The universe. Everything. As you do."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Deep thoughts." He cranes up for another kiss.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

He gets that kiss, gentle at first, then deepening. "Thinky thoughts," Ragnar agrees.

His hands are cupping Athelstan's buttocks now, and pulling him close.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And now other things."

His lips part against Ragnar's, bolder than ever before.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Good idea," Ragnar says, answering the kiss with equal fervour.

He likes the way Athelstan is getting bolder.

[athelstanthescribe]

His hands start to roam again.

"You can take my shirt off", he whispers against Ragnar's lips.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar slides his hands over the bare skin of Athelstan's back, slipping the shirt off as he does so.

[athelstanthescribe]

His back is thin, but not so much to suggest he doesn't eat, and the muscles are fairly well defined.

He shifts closer into Ragnar's touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar keeps stroking him as they lie, chest to chest, bare skin to bare skin.

[athelstanthescribe]

He shifts so that they're lying together full length, and kisses Ragnar's shoulder.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar purrs with pleasure, and opens his legs a little so Athelstan can lie between them, belly to belly.

[athelstanthescribe]

He does just that, and one of his hands slips down to Ragnar's thigh.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar purrs more; it's almost a moan now.

"Yes, like that!"

[athelstanthescribe]

"We both have too many clothes on", he murmurs, brushing his lips to all the skin he can reach.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"We do," Ragnar says, pushing his fingers into the waistband of Athelstan's trousers.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Shall we do something about that?"

Even if it'll mean moving apart briefly.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, please," Ragnar says. "These jeans are getting tighter and tighter at the crotch."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan scrambles up to get his own trousers and underwear off, then turns to look expectantly at Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is kneeling up, and undoing the buttons of his jeans one by one.

[athelstanthescribe]

Eyes alight with growing desire, he just stands and watches.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

With the last button undone, Ragnar's cock springs free, strong and aroused; he pushes the jeans off the rest of the way, and then shoves them off, raising his legs to get rid of them.

[athelstanthescribe]

And that's Athelstan's signal to move forward, pulling the jeans off Ragnar's feet and dropping them aside to straddle him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh yes!" Ragnar says, smiling as he is being straddled and taken possession of.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Now", he whispers, dipping forward for a kiss, "what are you going to do with me today?"