Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
"In the forest. Some of them. Some of them are nice, some of them are arseholes, as you can imagine," Ragnar said with a shrug. "One of them told me I would be getting...she told me you would be coming back to me. I did not understand it then. She looked like Largetha, it was inhibiting my understanding," he grinned.
Ragnar hid his shiver well as Athelstan kissed his hand, though he felt it in every part of him. "You are not asking me. I am doing it myself. It is what I want. I want you, and this is how it will have to be. What more can I say?" Leaning forward, Ragnar lifted the other hand, cupping Athelstan's cheek, resting their foreheads together. "Do not worry yourself. If I need release I have my hand and my imagination. It suits me well. Perhaps I will buy a toy," he smirked.
"Why should I change my mind? What benefit would it be? It would hurt you and all I would gain from it is an orgasm, perhaps. Are you saying you would consider us having a relationship, though?" His voice was surprisingly calm for the rate his heart was racing at. He was nervous. This wasn't something he was confident about, not something he could believe Athelstan would give him. "You can think about it. I am not going anywhere, and I will not retract that offer. You are..." Ragnar bumped their noses together softly. "...what the cool kids say these days. You are my endgame." He grinned, then pulled back slowly.