Sigurd "Does It Deeper" Magnusson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
basmastare) wrote2022-01-10 09:58 pm
basmastare) wrote2022-01-10 09:58 pm
A Danish Cherry Popping
[From here.]
It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.
"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."
Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.
"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."
Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.
It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.
"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."
Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.
"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."
Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.
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"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.
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"I'm so fucking close---"
The bassist panted hard and moaned lewdly as he felt the beginnings of his climax. His thigh muscles clenching and aching as he tried to hold on for brat.
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"Mikkel---oh fuck..."
His whole body was on fire and Sigurd was spent, nuzzling into Mikkel's neck wondering what the brat was feeling after being fucked for the first time. Not pulling out just yet, Sigurd laid with the Dane, panting and sweating, kissing Mikkel's shoulder gently.
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There's a lot of emotions vying for his attention. His skin feels electric and over sensitive, and he has a fluttering tight feeling inside that he can't place, and he's afraid that Sigurd's about to leave or yell at him. He can't shake those feelings after so many years of being abused. Still, he finds himself burying his face in Sigurd's neck, gasping for air. His arms are even tighter around Sigurd's chest.