"I like your chest." Mikkel slid one of his hands around to run it over Sigurd's chest, or as much as he could.

The kissing got him giggling and then arching under the Swede. Mikkel isn't sure if it is the pace or the sucking on his skin or the tickle but he couldn't force his body to stay still. He pulls on the Swede and then wraps his legs around the bassist's waist. It felt right and he gasped at the way things changed. the gasp from both sting and pleasure.

"It's... it ..feels good." The pleasure was starting to outweigh the pain but Mikkel was nowhere near getting off. He's probably going to need more help after to get off but he's slowly getting used to Sigurd.