"Yeah, you do move your hips better because you're on that fucking pole showing assholes how good you are on it. In bed with me? This is a different kind of hip moving, brat."

Sigurd could understand the strange sensations the Dane must be feeling and also the emotional turmoil for experiencing his first time with the Swede. Yet, Sigurd wasn't going to argue with Mikkel---not now. This was their time together and he wanted it to be special no matter how bitchy and bratty the boy got.

The kiss felt welcome as Sigurd gently touched Mikkel's hair, caressing the boy's scalp as he continued to move gently, gasping when he felt a throb down his cock.