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A Danish Cherry Popping

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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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Mikkel sucked in a breath because it still ached but he's more ready for the pain. It isnt bad but surprised him at first.

"You're so dirty!" But the pain was now competing with the giggling caused by the tickling kisses. He clung to the Swede, trusting him in ways he's never trusted anyone.

"Am I? Maybe you like it that I'm dirty."

That just got a laugh from the Swede who inched further inside, gasping and hitching his breath because the boy was so tight. Possibly one of the tightest lovers he'd ever been with which wasn't such a bad thing at all. It was lucky he'd been liberal with the lube. The giggling was cute and Sig just tugged a little on Mikkel's hair softly as he pushed all the way in balls deep.

"Just get used to my size inside of you now. It'll start feeling really good soon."

Sigurd kissed Mikkel on the ear and then groaned softly, not moving just stilling himself.

"You like that I'm a dirty virgin.. and you're such a dirty dad."

The distraction of talking, kissing and touching was helpful. Mikkel winced at first but the tickle from Sigurd's lips and his hair everywhere kept his mind occupied enough that he relaxed finally. He's still tight and let's out a little gasp once he feels thier bodies pressed so tightly together

"I've never slept with a virgin before I have to admit. Most of my past partners have seen some mileage."

The whole "dirty daddy" thing was amusing to Sigurd who didn't mind it being used when they were together in bed but in and around the other band members was another story. Then, he was open to name calling and being laughed at. Was he a dirty daddy? Maybe he was. It was all good fun really.

"Then, you're a naughty brat. How does this feel?"

Sigurd slowly beginning to move; his cock sliding in and out past the tight ring.

"How high milage are you?" Mikkel flushed and giggled at the bassist.

Even with the pain it felt good. Letting Sigurd this far into his life felt good. He's still wincing but the pain is slowly fading but he's not sure how it feels. What can he even compare it to? He's never even been touched, let alone penetrated.

"I don't know." It's the only honest answer until he's felt more.

"Wouldn't you like to know, brat? I've been more around the block than you put it that way. Experienced old man you'll probably say."

Sigurd felt the urge just to grip the brat's hips and have his way with him but knew that was out of the question for now. Not until Mikkel was used to being penetrated would the Swede even attempt at going fast and rough. This would take time and he was prepared for that.

"This will be special for both of us tonight, Mikkel. A bonding between our bodies."

It was a bit mushy but Sigurd meant it. This was romantic and he loved the brat as he slowly began to move in slow movements.

Mikkel started laughing and playfully shoved the bassist that was on top of him. "More like you want to show me how many blocks you've been around. You might be experienced but I move my hips better."

This was flirting that helped keep the Dane calm. He sighed dramatically at the comment but part of it was a held breath when Sigurd started to move. It ached more than hurt now. It would take time.

"That's not...." Mikkel bit his lip and stared at the Swede, feeling him inside and moving before speaking. "I don't like to be touched and swore I'd never let anyone do this to me. None of this has sunk into your thick skull yet." He had to stop talking when his body jerked a little from trying to adjust. He wasn't sure if it was good or pain but this felt right. "You're taking... or I'm giving you the only thing I own or have left."

He didn't want to hear any shit back from the Swede and pulled him down into a kiss.

"Yeah, you do move your hips better because you're on that fucking pole showing assholes how good you are on it. In bed with me? This is a different kind of hip moving, brat."

Sigurd could understand the strange sensations the Dane must be feeling and also the emotional turmoil for experiencing his first time with the Swede. Yet, Sigurd wasn't going to argue with Mikkel---not now. This was their time together and he wanted it to be special no matter how bitchy and bratty the boy got.

The kiss felt welcome as Sigurd gently touched Mikkel's hair, caressing the boy's scalp as he continued to move gently, gasping when he felt a throb down his cock.

"I don't believe you." Mikkel taunted. "The way my hips move gets you hard fast."

Mikkel's emotions are all over the place. Fear, worry, anticipation, a fluttering in his stomach every time he looked up at the Swede, twinges of pain and pleasure. It's for the best that Sigurd not take his words into an argument even if they were meaningful.

The touch was welcome but the sound Sigurd made caused the Dane to shiver. The sound alone felt good and he yanked the Swede in to a full open mouthed kiss though the Dane doesn't really know what he is doing.

"The way I play on stage gets you going too I bet, brat. Don't give me any other shit that it doesn't."

Sigurd leaned into the open mouthed kiss and groaned deeply because it felt so erotic and so right. Mikkel was so fucking hot and the Swede had craved this for such a long time, ever since back at the club. Was he kinky? Maybe. So fucking what if he was. This was his life and he loved the brat.

"I'm going to move a bit faster. You can tell me to stop if it gets too painful or anything."

The Swede beginning to move a little faster inside Mikkel, moaning because the tightness felt so good.

"Not really." Maybe it did but there were other things that hit harder. "I like how you touch me and that V of chest because you can't keep your shirt buttoned."

If they were going to talk about what got him hot, those were the first things he noticed before anything else. Mikkel nodded the comment and sucked in a breath. It did cause twinges of pain but that moaning had the Dane squirming. Not because of pain but his body was going much faster into this than his mind.

"Sigurd." Mikkel moaned out his name while glancing down between their bodies. His pale skin starting to flush from arousal. The pain was still there but also pleasure.

"Maybe I should play shirtless the next time I go on stage. Give you a bit more to look at."

The teasing Swede loved how playful each of them was during their first love making session. It really was endearing to see and hear the brat enjoying it and not being in pain or hurting from years of abuse. Even if Sigurd could calm his mind for a few seconds away from the torment he would.

"Mikkel---"

Sigurd began to pant because it was taking everything to stop him from hammering into the Dane's tight ass. He was so fucking tight! His hands sliding down Mikkel's hips, as he pumped his cock in and out, hearing the slick noises of the lube.

"I don't want all those front row bitches looking." Mikkel was caught off guard by how fast his emotions turned angry. Something about the women down front flashing their tits, which used to be funny, sent him into a fit of twisting anger inside. His grip on Sigurd's shoulders tightening.

The ache was starting to fade and Mikkel smiled up at the Swede. "You can do more. I'll be fine."

He may not have had sex himself but he's accidently walked in on enough to know that this is a slow pace. The pain might come back but he'd have to get used to more than this, or he assumed he would. The young Dane still isn't sure how he feels about being penetrated but the weight of the Swede on top of him pulls a long groan out. It feels so good.

"Fuck the bitch groupies. I'd only be showing my chest off for you, brat. No other fucker will get a look in."

Nodding, Sigurd began to snap his hips up in a regular jerking motion, gasping and moaning softly, enjoying the sensations shooting up his cock and inner thigh muscles. Fucking the Dane felt so good and the Swede couldn't help but kiss Mikkel's neck, sucking the skin just shy of his jaw.

"I love you, Mikkel. So fucking much---"

Sigurd's breath coming out in needy gasps, not knowing how long he would last now because the tightness around his cock was bringing him off quicker than normal.

"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.

"You do? Well then, I'll have to flaunt it off more just for you, brat."

Sigurd would indeed show more of his chest off everytime Mikkel was around since now he knew how much the Dane liked looking at it. That and touching it. Those long fingers now touching his hot skin caused the Swede to shiver slightly. Brat's touch was so good and he wanted more of it.

"Fuck, you feel good---"

The legs around the waist just added more to the pleasure as Sigurd pressed light kisses down Mikkel's long neck. The boy had such a long fucking neck! Growling with want and need, Sigurd began thrusting a little harder, knowing that the Dane was beginning to enjoy it more.

"You could stay shirtless." Mikkel commented while sliding his arms back around his lover.

The more aroused he got, the more ticklish. One of those neck kisses caused the Dane to squeal loudly and squirm. "You bastard."

Something about the mix of sensations between the faster pace and the lips high on his neck made everything so much more ticklish. It leaves him giggling and starting to moan from the pleasure of being happy as much as the sex.

"You want me to stay shirtless for you, brat? How about I get to feel those pouty lips of yours on my chest?"

Sigurd loved hearing Mikkel's noises of pleasure as he began to build the pace, loving how tight the Dane was. The Swede kissing underneath the brat's ear as he panted roughly, moaning louder as he could feel his orgasm build. He wanted to hold out until Mikkel came first though.

"Fuck, you're so tight! You feel good though--oh, fuck yeah---"

The older man now threading his fingers through his lover's hair, wanting the younger man to get off and feel his pleasure.

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?

Sigurd began pumping his cock faster into the Dane's tight ring, near crying out in pleasure at just how tight Mikkel was. Being a virgin Sigurd knew this but he still wasn't prepared for how it would feel breaching the Dane for the first time. It was fucking bliss.

"Fuck, Mikkel!---"

The Swede captured the Dane's lips in a rough, needy kiss, biting his lower lip slightly and arching up. His body was on fire and he just found himself letting go, pounding his cock into his lover. Moaning louder and longer, writhing in ecstasy at fucking brat.

"Yes---ohhh, brat---"

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.

Hearing the Dane cry out his name had Sigurd angling his hips upwards to offer up Mikkel some more pleasure as the Swede's cock thrust into his ass. Oh god---he wouldn't last long at this rate. Sigurd's voice gaining in pitch as he pulled Mikkel's jaw towards him kissing him hungrily on the lips.

"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.

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?

Sigurd couldn't hold on any longer as he bucked up one, twice then cried out in pleasure, arching his back and shooting his hot, sticky load into Mikkel's tight ass. Fuck! The bassist keened and swore loudly in his own tongue, panting heavily whilst holding onto his Dane lover, riding out his release.

"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.

Mikkel is a panting mess. Sex felt good but he could feel his body aching; his ass and the inside of his thighs. Despite being flexible having someone's hips pounding into him and shoving his legs wide was different and he could feel his body aching from it like it did when he tried a new dance move. He nuzzled into Sigurd, pulling him close.

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.

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