"Ones where you're fucking me from behind? You grab me around the waist in your sleep and push your hips all up on my ass." Mikkel laughed until he felt like he might tear up because he was sure that was what Sigurd was dreaming about when that happened. "I don't dream about sucking your cock. You're the one that probably dreams about that."

He could tease Sigurd all day and it would feel good. The Swede got so dodgy and irritated sometimes. Mikkel loved it.

"More like a dirty sugar daddy. I know you want me to lick booze off you so you can push me down on my knees and get your cock sucked." Mikkel set the bottle aside and stood up to slip his shorts off. He had, in fact, been shopping a hell of a lot with Aarne. The little thong pouch under his shorts proof enough though, unlike Aarne's choices, Mikkel's was red lace with a ruffle of silk across the front. The back had a large silk bow where the pieces came together, the tails of the bow hanging down over his cheeks. Aarne said that Sigurd would like these and, whether he did or not, Mikkel definitely liked wearing them.