Mikkel cried out again as Sigurd shift his position and he clung to the bassist. Opening his mouth to the kiss and scratching, nails digging in. He couldn't stop the orgasm that came with that change in position. He had to break the kiss to breathe, hips bucking back against Sigurd's thrusts. The throbbing release felt so good it almost hurt or something. He's not even sure what to make of the feeling but it's left him panting, flushed and feeling drained all the sudden. He still clung to his lover but he was starting to worry. What if this wasn't what he was supposed to do?