Mikkel whimpered in pain at first, clenching against the burn and then reminding himself to relax. As soon as he relaxed the whimpers turned to gasps. The Dane held on and crushed onto the kiss.

"Sigurd!" He screamed the Swede's name, arching and unsure if this hurts or it is the best thing he's ever felt. His whole body felt clenched up and hot. He couldn't hold back, didn't know how, and was soon biting on Sigurd as he was pushed toward orgasm.