"I don't want any other hands on me." Mikkel whisper with a giggle. He liked to flirt, oart of what he liked about dancing, but this was different. This flirting mattered.

"I just want to get clean after work." Mikkel shot back, squeaking from that pat. "You're the one thinking about being naked with me, daddy."

He started giggling more and grabbed Sigurd, fully palming his crotch before walking off with a full hip swagger. They might be impractical but he could strut in them.