Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
"You've-- what?" Athelstan sat up sharply. "You--" Ragnar had not had much of a chance to tell him previous to this though, and he smiled even as he shook his head. "I didn't know. What was it like? What were they like? Where did you-- who? Which ones have you met?"
They were almost a distraction from what came next. Almost. "Ragnar," he said softly, indulgently. Perhaps he could satisfy his physical needs in the beginning, but could Athelstan ask him to? Knowing how much he enjoyed them? "Something so small?" He asked quietly, eyes wide and knowing. "You're not a celibate man, Ragnar. As much as you've changed, I know that." He reached for his hand, turning slightly so he could press a kiss to his palm and breathe out slowly against it. "I couldn't ask you to swear off sex."
But Ragnar would try, of that Athelstan was sure. And how would it end? He couldn't -- he couldn't ask it of him. Whatever was on the other side of Ragnar trying, it would hurt, and it wasn't needed. Athelstan had watched him lie with other women before, he could -- he could do it again.
Looking at Ragnar now though -- there would also be no changing his mind unless he wanted to have it changed. "I won't change your mind, will I?"