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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]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan moves his hands to unlace his trousers.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan braces to take the weight as best he can.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

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

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

His head falls back and he whispers Ragnar's name, moving back against him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

It is easy to match their rhythm as their heartbeats speed up in synchronicity. Ragnar bend his head to kiss Athelstans throat, brushing his lips over the edges of his beard.

[athelstanthescribe]

He turns his head to expose more of his throat, welcoming it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's lips suckle at the soft, sensitive skin over Athelstan's jugular.

[athelstanthescribe]

Ragnar knows just what he likes - and he ought to, by now. His heartbeat jumps at the touch.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar chuckles as he feels that reaction, and slowly nuzzles his way down towards Athelstan's collarbone.

He keeps moving his hips, languidly and unhurried.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan matches his pace, not wanting to rush this, and reaches to brush his lips over Ragnar's skin.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar looks up, smiles into Athelstan's eyes, then kisses his throat right over his Adam's apple.

[athelstanthescribe]

He gasps and his hands tighten on Ragnar's hips.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

[athelstanthescribe]

Ragnar is terrible.

"Yes. There."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

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

[athelstanthescribe]

It's not sparse, it's neat.

Athelstan moans quietly and rolls his head to make space.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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.

[athelstanthescribe]

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

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

He suckles at it.