The Dane was getting used to the touch, relaxing in Sigurd's arms. The squirming turned to giggles and laughter when the Swede kissed up high on his throat. He thought he was ready and nodded to the comment. However, once penetrated he clenched down without thinking. It caused the Dane to whimper out a gasp of pain. The idea of relaxing was totally forgotten but he was trying despite worry and nervousness.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into the kiss trying not to cry. It hurt some and Mikkel assumed he was doing something wrong. His worry getting to a fever pitch.