That smack caused the older man to smirk and whack Mikkel's ass lightly with his sponge. If Mikkel wanted to touch his body while he got cleaned then Sigurd would be happy since it felt good to have the brat's fingers touching his hot, wet skin.

"So what if I am? You love it. You're no fucking angel either, brat."

Sigurd kissed Mikkel under the ear as the sponge rode along the Dane's pale chest, dancing in between his nipples before moving the sponge over them both. This was hot and romantic at the same time. Sigurd enjoying the scent of the soap over the Dane's body as well as all the lathered bubbles.

"At least you'll smell nice after this."