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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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[athelstanthescribe]

It tangles around Athelstan's feet, but he kicks it away as they fall onto the bed, Ragnar first.

He crawls up to lie half on Ragnar and pick up where he left off, his mouth settling in the hollow of Ragnar's collarbone.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar puts an arm around Athelstan and pulls him closer, tipping back his head again and closing his eyes as another purring moan escapes him.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athestan murmurs Ragnar's name against his skin, his lips and tongue tracing it as he feels it growing warmer.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yours," Ragnar murmurs. "All yours."

His hand tangles in Athelstan's hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan licks his collarbone in response, then looks up into his eyes.

"Tell me what you want."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"More of this," Ragnar says. eyes a little unfocused. "Your mouth on my skin. It feels wonderful."

[athelstanthescribe]

He hums his assent and keeps going, trailing across the base of Ragnar's neck and then down onto his chest.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar stretches with pleasure, arching towards Athelstan's touch.

[athelstanthescribe]

There's a certain urgency in this, as he doesn't trust himself not to lose the desire at any moment, but Athelstan tries to rein it back to keep things relaxed and languid.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Athelstan," Ragnar murmurs, fingers sliding into the opening of Athelstan's shirt. "I want to touch you..."

[athelstanthescribe]

He sits up just enough at that to get his shirt off.

"Whatever you want."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar dips his head to kiss Athelstan's shoulder, then revels at the touch of skin on skin,

He touches Athelstan's side to feel his heartbeat directly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans into his hand.

"We'll never really be apart now."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Never," Ragnar agrees. "Not even in our world. Especially not in our world."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Especially not", he echoes. "Not while we both live."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Which we will know, even if we are apart," Ragnar says, running his hand through Athelstan's hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

"We will. And that will keep me going."

He tips his head into the touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar lifts his head and bends down for a kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan kisses him back with feeling.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I love you so very much," Ragnar murmurs into the kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And I love you." He leans back to look into Ragnar's eyes.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's eyes are icy blue, but full of feeling.

He answers Athelstan with another kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan curls around him as the kiss continues.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

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