Athelstan's mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out, his skin raising in little goosebumps despite the warmth of the water and the sudden heat of his body when her fingers brush over him.
But he does moan again, loudly and shamelessly, when her fingers move over his cock. No one has touched him there. Ever. He's abstained himself. So her touch is new and so, so good. He didn't think of it not working before. But apparently it does work. Oh, will it work properly, though? Will it please her? Why is he thinking this? And what if it doesn't?
"Oh-" Athelstan whimpers when her hand guides his own down so that he can cup her breast, feeling the warmth and weight of it in her hand, and her hard nipple against his palm. "Oh, Lagertha. Oh." He hesitates for a moment and then squeezes gently.