"IS that what you like?"

He's not exactly surprised that Ragnar likes it a bit rough but he can't quite place why it makes sense either. Eli slid back onto his knees, kneeling on the floor to give Ragnar some space. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the driver's seat. He's tanned and lean, athletic but not overly muscled.

Shirt off he reached over and started pulling Ragnar's pants open but his hands aren't working as well as they should.