"There.. It makes me nervous." Anxiety ridden really but he was trying because he did trust Sigurd and find him attractive. The cuddling did a lot for his nerves and Mikkel relaxed into the older musician's arms.

"I'm not a bitch." He protested before squirming and giggling from the touch to his neck. He couldn't help it. The kisses felt good but tickled like crazy. The Dane wanted this because it felt safer. He had kissed people, not naked, but at least he knew a little bit more. He pulled away enough to kiss Sigurd on the lips. Gentle touch was something he yearned for as a kid and teen when he was either ignored or hurt. Now he could wallow in that unfulfilled desire.