Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
He made a little face at the thought of being called Stan, and shook his head. It wasn't a name that suited hi, and he smiled again when Ragnar said it didn't suit him. It didn't, but it was fine for the puppy.
"I -- from you, yes. I'd rather you call me Athelstan." From anyone else it would be strange. Yet, even hearing Connor on Ragnar's tongue was strange, discordant with what they both knew. Like hearing RAgnar call for someone else instead of him.
He sighed again at Ragnar's words and offered him a small, wan smile. Disappointment was not so much a concern as -- "I don't want to deny you something that you enjoy because I do not." And he knew Ragnar loved sex, loved the sharing of his body with another's in the pursuit of pleasure. "I don't -- I don't worry about you loving me. I worry that -- that you will resent the promise you have made. I'm not holding you to it. You may take others -- I know that I am in your heart." He flexed his fingers a little against the soft press of his lips. "I do trust you. Above all others."
He sighed, knowing the conversation was far from over, but smiling at the other man all the same, his fingers finally following that flex to scrub through the soft hairs of his beard. "And if I do not want to sit?"