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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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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?

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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---"

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.