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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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[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."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan settles himself in, his hands continuing to roam.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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