Mikkel leaned up and started pressing kisses to the center of Sigurd's chest. The pain was finally subsiding and the Dane wanted more of whatever this was. Touch that felt so good was something new.

The kiss up under the ear got a scream before Mikkel arched up under the faster pace. He couldn't tell if it hurt or felt good but his instinct was to grab on to his lover's shoulders, nails gouging into the skin as he tried to pull Sigurd closer. Everything felt so different than when he got himself off.

"Faster." He moaned the word out because it was all that he could think might help. Usually he went fast when he was alone, why not with another lover?