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Jay leads them into his room. It's comfortably large and mostly taken up by benches and a decadent looking bed.

He pulls a fold out massage table out from under a bench and starts wiping things down to create a clean space to work. "Ragnar, I think it's best you go first. Have you decided where you want the receiver?"

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Athelstan curls around him as the kiss continues.

Ragnar deepens the kiss again, then runs his hand down Athelstan's shoulders and back.

"You can touch", he murmurs, "wherever you want."

Ragnar's warm, callused hands stroke down Athelstan's scarred back, kissing him all the while.

He shivers under the touch, trying to concentrate on the feeling of Ragnar's hands on his skin.

Ragnar opens his legs a little to properly wrap himself around Athelstan.

Athelstan settles himself in, his hands continuing to roam.

"Oh yes," Ragnar murmurs into the kiss when Athelstan's hands slide over some especially sensitive spot.

He doesn't exactly purr like a cat being stroked, but the sound he makes is somewhat similar.

This is nothing unusual, but it always makes Athelstan smile. He nips at Ragnar's skin.

Ragnar gives a short gasp, very obviously loving the touch.

"I love", Athelstan murmurs against his shoulder, "how you don't hold back here."

"I don't have to," Ragnar says. "You know me."

"I do. And I can hear everything that pleases you."

"Hmm," Ragnar assents, leaning to kiss him again.

Athelstan lies across him, tugging his head down to kiss him deeply.

Ragnar returns those kisses in kind, opening his lips to Athelstan.

Athelstan's hand slips across to his other arm, and he activates the receiver.

Ragnar's heartbeat is speeding up, rolling like a drum with pleasure, and growing excitement.

He smiles a little to feel it, and keeps doing what has clearly provoked it.

It's the kisses, and the closeness, more than anything else. Ragnar wiggles his hips a little as to have their bellies flush against each other.

Athelstan approves of this, shifting to bring them closer together, and his hand wanders lower.

Ragnar hooks a leg around Athelstan's to pull him even closer. He keeps stroking Athelstan's back.

Athelstan kisses him, his focus only on that.

"I love you," Ragnar murmurs into the kiss.

He reaches over to activate his own receiver, curious how Athelstan's heart feels.

It's not quite racing, but definitely faster than normal. He presses his palms against Ragnar's as he sees the movement.

"What do you feel?"