Dirty Daddy
Jan. 18th, 2022 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
basmastareFrom the smut prompt 86 “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
Sigurd was asleep in his bed tossing and turning dreaming a rather steamy dream. Oh, the brat was involved and it was something to do with---
***
"Get a fucking move on, Bjorn! We're on in five minutes and you still haven't put your fucking hairspray on."
The bassist shot an irritated look to their singer who was giving Sigurd the middle finger while trying to shove his heeled boots onto his feet. Lars was brushing his hair quickly and applying the last pieces of make-up while Ulrik had already finished preperation for going on stage as he always did. Being the member of Blixt who didn't don heels, make-up, hairspray or glam items, he tended to be finished way before the others just practicing a few string plucks on his guitar.
"Fuck you, Dirty Daddy!"
Bjorn began laughing as they all piled out of the dressing room ready to rock the world.
***
Two hours later and it was the break. The groupies were already outside the dressing room door screaming and banging onto the door, wanting autographs and a chance to meet their heroes. They could fuck right off. Sig was the only one back in the dressing room because he didn't want to deal with the screaming crowds right now. Ulrik, Lars and Bjorn were out somewhere in that mess dealing with the girls and boys, grabbing, screaming and fuck knows what else. The bassist lit up a cigarette and slumped down onto the couch. Fuck. The first half of the performance went well but it had been tough.
"Hello?"
A voice caught the bassist off by surprise as he got up and noticed a figure at the door. No groupie but the fucking brat?? How the hell did he get in without being groped by a thousand or more groupies? It didn't make sense. Mikkel was just standing in the dressing room and casually smoking a cigarette. Sigurd wondered what the brat wanted.
"Mikkel? What the fuck are you doing here? Did you watch us?"
The Dane offered a middle finger then plopped himself down onto the couch and continued to watch Sigurd. Crossing his long legs over one another the young dancer was making himself right at home in Blixt's dressing room. Why the fuck not?
"Boots off the couch, you little shit. What have I told you about?--"
Mikkel just shot a look and then shot two middle fingers up at the older man, clearly not giving a fuck. He was being a total brat.
"You little fuck---"
Sigurd wasn't in the mood for Mikkel's behaviour so grabbed the boy by the waist and began tickling him just shy of his rib cage. A scream could be heard from the younger man as he wiggled and tried to free himself from the bassist's grasp. It felt nice to have Sigurd's fingers on him again as Mikkel found himself becoming aroused at the touch.
"Fuck off!---tickles!----"
Mikkel aimed a playful kick out towards Sigurd's leg but missed as he then found himself being pulled up and then shoved against the wall lightly; the bassist's lips now finding their way onto the brat's for a hot, heated kiss.
Oh.
Sigurd wanted the brat. He wanted to show him that no brat would put their dirty boots on his couch. Maybe Mikkel would enjoy being bent over a table and fucked. Or maybe he'd like to be fucked up against the wall. Either way the Swede wanted the brat to scream. It all became heated as Mikkel began fumbling with Sigurd's belt, managing to pull it off with his deft fingers. The Swede assisting the Dane, shoving his pants down and off his legs while not moving away from Mikkel's lips.
"Sigurd---"
The brat gasped when the Swede bit his earlobe lightly and then moaned when he was shoved against the table but not forcefully. Just enough to make it arousing that the bassist was being dominant. Sigurd yanked his pants off and then began fiddling with the brat's belt, attachments and fuck knows what else. He had to get the boy's pants off!
"These fucking things. Get them off, brat."
Sigurd was painfully aroused, sporting a huge erection, whilst watching Mikkel shove his pants down and throwing them onto the couch behind. The Swede wasted no time in lubing up his fingers and cock; the lube he conveniently always kept in his jacket pocket. Mikkel was panting and wanting to be fucked because what the hell was Sigurd wanting anyway? Some chance to prove he was a dirty daddy for real? Because this is what it felt like.
"Bend over, brat."
The bassist smirked as he gently bit Mikkel's left buttock, licking the soft flesh and hearing the Dane almost howl in arousal. Fuck that felt so good! Sigurd then began lubing up the boy's hole, hearing him whimper and moan constantly. It was good they'd already fucked because Sigurd didn't want their first sexual experience to be just a casual fuck in between performances. The bed was also a better place for post-fuck cuddles.
"Relax, Mikkel. This won't hurt."
Slowly, he began inching his way into the tight brat, hissing at the slight resistance but then shoving in all the way. Mikkel cried out loud and then moaned like the whore he was. Fuck! Grabbing Mikkel by the hips, Sigurd began fucking the brat over the dressing room table, seeing all the hairspray cans, make-up bottles and shit all fall to the floor in a sexual frenzy. Fuck it, he wanted Mikkel. He wanted the brat's ass.
"Nhgh---you're so fucking tight, brat!"
Mikkel just arched up and began screaming with pleasure when Sigurd began pounding into his ass. Oh gods----how long would he last like this? Not long. Another soft bite to the brat's neck and Mikkel was coming. He couldn't hold on at all and was still new to sex. He screamed the bassist's name and then fell limp onto the couch with Sigurd's hands holding him up. A few more thrusts himself and the Swede was moaning and coming into the Dane. Fuck!
"So good---shit--"
Both men collapsed in a sweaty pile with just the top half of their clothing still on. Their pants and boots a mess on the floor. The break in the performance had been worth it because all Sigurd wanted to do now was cuddle with the brat on the couch. Post-fuck cuddles were still worth it even on the dressing room couch.
Sigurd was asleep in his bed tossing and turning dreaming a rather steamy dream. Oh, the brat was involved and it was something to do with---
***
"Get a fucking move on, Bjorn! We're on in five minutes and you still haven't put your fucking hairspray on."
The bassist shot an irritated look to their singer who was giving Sigurd the middle finger while trying to shove his heeled boots onto his feet. Lars was brushing his hair quickly and applying the last pieces of make-up while Ulrik had already finished preperation for going on stage as he always did. Being the member of Blixt who didn't don heels, make-up, hairspray or glam items, he tended to be finished way before the others just practicing a few string plucks on his guitar.
"Fuck you, Dirty Daddy!"
Bjorn began laughing as they all piled out of the dressing room ready to rock the world.
***
Two hours later and it was the break. The groupies were already outside the dressing room door screaming and banging onto the door, wanting autographs and a chance to meet their heroes. They could fuck right off. Sig was the only one back in the dressing room because he didn't want to deal with the screaming crowds right now. Ulrik, Lars and Bjorn were out somewhere in that mess dealing with the girls and boys, grabbing, screaming and fuck knows what else. The bassist lit up a cigarette and slumped down onto the couch. Fuck. The first half of the performance went well but it had been tough.
"Hello?"
A voice caught the bassist off by surprise as he got up and noticed a figure at the door. No groupie but the fucking brat?? How the hell did he get in without being groped by a thousand or more groupies? It didn't make sense. Mikkel was just standing in the dressing room and casually smoking a cigarette. Sigurd wondered what the brat wanted.
"Mikkel? What the fuck are you doing here? Did you watch us?"
The Dane offered a middle finger then plopped himself down onto the couch and continued to watch Sigurd. Crossing his long legs over one another the young dancer was making himself right at home in Blixt's dressing room. Why the fuck not?
"Boots off the couch, you little shit. What have I told you about?--"
Mikkel just shot a look and then shot two middle fingers up at the older man, clearly not giving a fuck. He was being a total brat.
"You little fuck---"
Sigurd wasn't in the mood for Mikkel's behaviour so grabbed the boy by the waist and began tickling him just shy of his rib cage. A scream could be heard from the younger man as he wiggled and tried to free himself from the bassist's grasp. It felt nice to have Sigurd's fingers on him again as Mikkel found himself becoming aroused at the touch.
"Fuck off!---tickles!----"
Mikkel aimed a playful kick out towards Sigurd's leg but missed as he then found himself being pulled up and then shoved against the wall lightly; the bassist's lips now finding their way onto the brat's for a hot, heated kiss.
Oh.
Sigurd wanted the brat. He wanted to show him that no brat would put their dirty boots on his couch. Maybe Mikkel would enjoy being bent over a table and fucked. Or maybe he'd like to be fucked up against the wall. Either way the Swede wanted the brat to scream. It all became heated as Mikkel began fumbling with Sigurd's belt, managing to pull it off with his deft fingers. The Swede assisting the Dane, shoving his pants down and off his legs while not moving away from Mikkel's lips.
"Sigurd---"
The brat gasped when the Swede bit his earlobe lightly and then moaned when he was shoved against the table but not forcefully. Just enough to make it arousing that the bassist was being dominant. Sigurd yanked his pants off and then began fiddling with the brat's belt, attachments and fuck knows what else. He had to get the boy's pants off!
"These fucking things. Get them off, brat."
Sigurd was painfully aroused, sporting a huge erection, whilst watching Mikkel shove his pants down and throwing them onto the couch behind. The Swede wasted no time in lubing up his fingers and cock; the lube he conveniently always kept in his jacket pocket. Mikkel was panting and wanting to be fucked because what the hell was Sigurd wanting anyway? Some chance to prove he was a dirty daddy for real? Because this is what it felt like.
"Bend over, brat."
The bassist smirked as he gently bit Mikkel's left buttock, licking the soft flesh and hearing the Dane almost howl in arousal. Fuck that felt so good! Sigurd then began lubing up the boy's hole, hearing him whimper and moan constantly. It was good they'd already fucked because Sigurd didn't want their first sexual experience to be just a casual fuck in between performances. The bed was also a better place for post-fuck cuddles.
"Relax, Mikkel. This won't hurt."
Slowly, he began inching his way into the tight brat, hissing at the slight resistance but then shoving in all the way. Mikkel cried out loud and then moaned like the whore he was. Fuck! Grabbing Mikkel by the hips, Sigurd began fucking the brat over the dressing room table, seeing all the hairspray cans, make-up bottles and shit all fall to the floor in a sexual frenzy. Fuck it, he wanted Mikkel. He wanted the brat's ass.
"Nhgh---you're so fucking tight, brat!"
Mikkel just arched up and began screaming with pleasure when Sigurd began pounding into his ass. Oh gods----how long would he last like this? Not long. Another soft bite to the brat's neck and Mikkel was coming. He couldn't hold on at all and was still new to sex. He screamed the bassist's name and then fell limp onto the couch with Sigurd's hands holding him up. A few more thrusts himself and the Swede was moaning and coming into the Dane. Fuck!
"So good---shit--"
Both men collapsed in a sweaty pile with just the top half of their clothing still on. Their pants and boots a mess on the floor. The break in the performance had been worth it because all Sigurd wanted to do now was cuddle with the brat on the couch. Post-fuck cuddles were still worth it even on the dressing room couch.
