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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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"Hmmm?" Ragnar murmurs in an enquiring tone of voice, his lips vibrating on Athelstan's skin.

Ragnar is terrible.

"Yes. There."

Of course he's terrible! He's a Viking!

Softly, Ragnar suckles that patch of soft skin and sparse beard.

It's not sparse, it's neat.

Athelstan moans quietly and rolls his head to make space.

Ragnar's lips move up to the soft spot right underneath Athelstan's jawbone, kissing and suckling despite the beard. So soft, tender and sensitive! Ragnar loves the sounds Athelstan makes, and the reactions in his heartbeat.

It is soft, as everyone's skin is there, sheltered from the exposure other parts get. And Ragnar gets more of those sounds he likes so much.

"Hmmmm," Ragnar murmurs again, grinding bin hips in harmony with their heartbeats, "I like this bit."

He suckles at it.

"You always - " He catches his breath. " - pay it a lot of attention."

"Worth it," Ragnar murmurs, lips moving against Athelstan's skin.

"Good." His head, lifted to speak, drops back onto the pillows, his neck arched.

Ragnar takes the opportunity to kiss and lick that dip between Athelstan's collarbones.

That might just be why he did it. He hums his appreciation.

Ragnar grinds his hips against Athelstan while slowly kissing his way up Athelstan's throat again.

"Do you want more?" Athelstan manages, moving in counterpoint.

"Do you?" Ragnar says. "This is nice..."

Playful lips pull at Athelstan'S beard.

"Well, if you're not - " He turns to catch Ragnar's lips. "- getting tired of it..."

Ragnar kisses him deeply.

"Never," he then says.

"Then you take the lead", he asks. "I don't have the - I don't know the word."

"No," Ragnar says with a chuckle, pretending to be shocked. "There isn't a word in the world you don't know. It must be the pleasure clouding your vocabulary."

"Maybe there isn't a word for it", he says, turning more serious and lying still now. "And I don't want to describe it."

Ragnar looks into Athelstan's eyes and kisses him deeply. "You don't have to."

"'Drive', might be the closest." He lies back, but the momentum's gone. "To do anything."

"No need to drive," Ragnar says, "if you can just float."

His kisses trail downwards again.

"Yes." He is just drifting, barely even responsive now.

Ragnar slowly kisses Athelstan's throat, not moving his hips for a moment.