"Too fucking right I do. You're such a bastard."

Sigurd stroked Mikkel's hips and gently allowed his hand to snake around to cup the brat's ass, caressing it and pushing his hard crotch against the Dane, who was warming up to the Swede it seemed. At least he was calming down now and perhaps seeking out pleasurable feelings.

"I want to fuck you, brat. Make you feel good."

The Swede rasped into Mikkel's ear, kissing the shell as he then nibbled gently down the side of the boy's neck. Fuck, did he want him!