"You are a kinky bastard." Mikkel accused. "You're obsessed with getting your cock sucked and pushing me against walls... what else? Huh, do you have a kink for being called daddy too?"

He was back to being a brat but also feeling emotionally high from watching Sigurd come to his defense. It made his heart flutter wildly to think about it.

"What kind of cheap bastard invites a girl back home and insists she pay for drinks?" Mikkel grabbed Sigurd's ass while he was bent over before he started to ever so slowly unlace the front of his little shorts. "You're a greedy, dirty bastard too. Wanting me to provide the sex and the booze?"

The Dane's sass is teasing, near flirting, and not all that serious.