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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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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?"

Before answering, Ragnar kisses him deeply to observe the change that causes.

"Your heart beating fast," he says.

That brings a skip, then it settles to even a little faster.

"So is yours." He looks into Ragnar's eyes. "Do you want to try for more?"

"Yes," Ragnar says. "Let's make our hearts beat really fast!"

Holding Athelstan's gaze, he deepens the kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Athelstan rolls them over so Ragnar is on top of him.

Straddling Athelstan's hips, Ragnar covers him, belly on belly, chest on chest, groin on groin.

Just the way he likes it and though they're both still wearing trousers, he thrusts up against Ragnar.

Ragnar's heart skips a beat and speeds up. He rolls his hips to meet Athelstan's thrusts.

Athelstan pulls him down into the kiss.

Ragnar willingly follows the pull, his braid falling down across both their shoulders.

"I love you", Athelstan whispers, heart speeding up as they move together.

"And I, you," Ragnar murmurs back, rolling his hips against Athelstan's groin.

Athelstan moves his hands to unlace his trousers.

"I'm going to squash you for a moment," Ragnar says, trying to hold himself on one elbow while he frees the opposite hand to open his own breeches.

"The bed is soft", he counters. "I'll just sink down into it."

Ragnar tilts up his hip, concentrates, arches his back, and just does it.

He does lean somewhat heavily on Athelstan's shoulder for a bit, though.

Athelstan braces to take the weight as best he can.

Ragnar is fast about it and quickly goes back onto both elbows, covering Athelstan, as his prick springs free.

Athelstan has shuffled his own trousers at least as far as his knees in the meantime, and looks up at Ragnar.

Ragnar looks into Athelstan's eyes, kisses him deeply, and grinds down his hips again to rub their groins together.