Ivar's breath comes out hot as he feels the pad of Alfred's thumb brushes over his lip. He knows what he wants and it's right in front of him, no matter how complicated it might make things.
"Forbidden fruit is always the most enticing," he says. He knows a few Bible stories and the one about the banishment from Eden is one of them. One of the few things the Norse and Catholic religions have in common is the perception of the snake as being a devious, dangerous creature that will lead to destruction. The Devil in one form and the Midgard Serpent in the other.
"And that is the temptations we are most meant to resist, Ivar," Alfred says and he's not very good at resisting. He's not sure that this is something that would be wrong even if it frustrated his mother or displeased his court.
He shifts closer on the bed to where they are millimeters from touching and he exhales, looking at Ivar. "Sleep?" he questions, though he doesn't feel like he could with the way that his heart is racing just now.
"Sometimes, it's much more fun to give in," Ivar says with an all-too-wicked grin on his face.
At the question of sleep, he nods. "That would be good." He snakes an arm around Alfred's waist and pulls him close. The warmth he can feel radiating from his own skin and the sensation of Alfred's skin brushing up against his own should make it impossible to sleep. But the sensations are also comforting, especially the feeling of Alfred's breathing. He could get used to this and that thought is a little frightening on its own.
"You would say that," Alfred says with a small smile. He swallows when soon after Ivar's arm slips around him, their bodies close and his heart seems to thunder and he'd almost think that the other could hear it beating in his chest as he lets out a heavy breath. The initial rush at the close contact does simmer down to a thrum that's relaxing, warm.
He leans into him, his hand resting against Ivar's skin, feeling the warmth that's almost too warm to be comfortable. He certainly shouldn't be giving into this... But he nuzzles his head against Ivar's shoulder.
"Good night, Ivar," he murmurs, though he's not sure he'll be sleeping anytime soon.
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"Forbidden fruit is always the most enticing," he says. He knows a few Bible stories and the one about the banishment from Eden is one of them. One of the few things the Norse and Catholic religions have in common is the perception of the snake as being a devious, dangerous creature that will lead to destruction. The Devil in one form and the Midgard Serpent in the other.
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He shifts closer on the bed to where they are millimeters from touching and he exhales, looking at Ivar. "Sleep?" he questions, though he doesn't feel like he could with the way that his heart is racing just now.
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At the question of sleep, he nods. "That would be good." He snakes an arm around Alfred's waist and pulls him close. The warmth he can feel radiating from his own skin and the sensation of Alfred's skin brushing up against his own should make it impossible to sleep. But the sensations are also comforting, especially the feeling of Alfred's breathing. He could get used to this and that thought is a little frightening on its own.
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He leans into him, his hand resting against Ivar's skin, feeling the warmth that's almost too warm to be comfortable. He certainly shouldn't be giving into this... But he nuzzles his head against Ivar's shoulder.
"Good night, Ivar," he murmurs, though he's not sure he'll be sleeping anytime soon.