Mikkel's giggles get the better of him again. "I'm a virgin. If anyone is a slut, it's you."

He's teasing but truly enjoying himself now that the memories and triggering emotions faded. Everything that was left was normal nerves and shyness natural to the situation.

"You're so clueless." Mikkel came back with the attitude. "I wouldn't be naked if I didn't trust you."

He feels a little offended that Sigurd doesn't realize this but he's not sure why, nor can he focus on it with how Sigurd was shoving against him.

His hands drifted down the bassist's back as he rolled on top pulling a gasp from the young Dane that turns to a groan of pure pleasure. Mikkel feels wound up tight and in the middle of the kiss bites Sigurd's lip. It felt right and had the Dane spreading his legs farther, rocking up into Sigurd while moaning into the kiss.