"How high milage are you?" Mikkel flushed and giggled at the bassist.

Even with the pain it felt good. Letting Sigurd this far into his life felt good. He's still wincing but the pain is slowly fading but he's not sure how it feels. What can he even compare it to? He's never even been touched, let alone penetrated.

"I don't know." It's the only honest answer until he's felt more.