You Dirty, Old Dog
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oprorsk_sodeFor SMUT prompt 22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
Mikkel let out a gasp as Sigurd pulled him backwards and gave him no other option than to sit in his lap. The Dane instantly starting to wiggle around when the hard bulge in Sigurd’s pants pushed against his nearly bare body. The feeling was soon gone as his body tried to arch against the hands sliding down his sides. They pulled another loud moan when the fingertips brushed against the skin exposed at the bottom of his midriff top and the anticipation that they would go farther down.
“You’re a fucking horny brat.”
The whisper in his ear drove him crazy but not as much as feeling Sigurd’s hands starting to explore the bare skin of his inner thighs. His lover’s hands pushing the fabric of his already short shorts up higher as Sigurd’s thumb slid under the edge, caressing all the way up where body and thighs met.
“Yes, Daddy Sigurd.” Mikkel felt his breath coming fast, so fast he felt lightheaded as those exploring hands cupped his own hard crotch. The tight jean fabric barely masking the touch even if it was feather light. The young dancer started shoving into those hands in an attempt to get friction. The need for caressing, hard erotic caressing, was too much to bear.
“You want them off?” Sigurd’s mouth felt so hot next to his ear and those hands rubbing the Dane roughly through his jean shorts. “Do you want fucked, brat?”
That kiss to the earlobe sent electric through the Dane and he shoved his ass back without thinking, grinding against the older Swede’s lap. Silently begging for more than what they were doing. “Please.”
Mikkel barely got the word out around the panting, that turned to a gasp, when the button of his shorts came undone. Sigurd’s hand was instantly inside, wrapping tightly around his cock and stroking. The touch alone left the Dane at the end of his wits. More so when he felt the other hand between them as Sigurd started unlacing the front of his leathers.
“Such a dirty brat. Come here, let daddy take care of you.” Sigurd’s mouth was so close to the skin of his neck that it tickled, ran shivers and goosebumps all over the Dane’s skin. Mikkel didn’t hesitate as he started pulling on his shorts to wiggle out of them. The sound of the shorts hitting the floor around his ankles was followed by the feeling of cool fingers pressing between his ass cheeks. His hips bucked roughly between the stroking of his cock and the slick fingers penetrating from behind. “Let’s get your tight, brat ass ready for me.”
“Look at you, I’m only using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
Mikkel could hear the amusement in the Swede’s voice but he wasn’t wrong. The things he was doing left the young Dane panting, trembling, rocking roughly against his lover’s hand and lap. There wasn’t enough. He wanted more and the Swede was being a bastard by making him wait. The sensations were too much and pulled a high, pleading cry from the Dane. Mikkel grinding, near riding, on the fingers stretching him. Sigurd finally moaned, a sound that raised even more shivers on the Dane’s pale skin. Mikkel was on the verge of screaming with need. The Swede was all over him. Mouth sliding hot kisses across his neck, the slow stroking of the Dane’s hard cock, and those fingers, now three fingers pulling him open. “I’m ready. Please… I’m ready.”
“You’re begging?” Sigurd asked but those fingers were slipping out. The bassist had to hold Mikkel in his lap, so he didn’t slide off as the anticipation left the young man weak in the legs.
“Yes, please… I…” Mikkel didn’t get the sentence out. The feeling of the head of his lover’s hard cock between his cheeks turned all the words to a pleading little whimper.
“Beg for it. Ask me to fuck you.”
The words wouldn’t come out. Every time he tried to speak it was a gasp or a moan of need rather than words. Sigurd was such a tease. The Swede whispered his words again and the hot breath brought shivers and giggles as it passed over the skin of the Dane’s neck.
“I missed you.. please…” Mikkel was getting out of his mind and unable to think about anything except Sigurd inside of him after they’d been away from each other. He reached back and grabbed a handful of the Swede’s hair, pulling, yanking on it for teasing. Mikkel’s words came out high pitched and needy. “Daddy, please.”
“Such a good brat.”
Mikkel screamed as Sigurd pushed in. It felt so good to have the Swede back that he couldn’t contain the loud moans that followed with those first few thrusts from underneath Mikkel. Sigurd was speaking right in his ear. “Mmmm and so tight, brat.”
Mikkel came to, gasping, covered in sweat and disoriented. The arms around him tightened and he realized Sigurd was there spooning him from behind. The Dane tried to relax but that was in vain when he felt Sigurd pull closer. The Swede was fully erect in his sleep but rubbing his hips and that hard cock against the Dane’s little sleeping shorts. No wonder he had the dream he woke from.
“Sigurd, you’re such a fucking dirty dad.” Mikkel grumbled as he tried to find a position where he could go back to sleep. At this rate, with the way Sigurd was behaving in his sleep, Mikkel didn’t think he was going to get any more sleep. He elbowed the bassist lightly. “Stop humping me like a dog.”
The young Dane was horny now, how could he not be, but he was also exhausted and wanting to sleep. Hopefully, the dirty, older Swede would stop all the shoving and let him go back to sleep.
Mikkel let out a gasp as Sigurd pulled him backwards and gave him no other option than to sit in his lap. The Dane instantly starting to wiggle around when the hard bulge in Sigurd’s pants pushed against his nearly bare body. The feeling was soon gone as his body tried to arch against the hands sliding down his sides. They pulled another loud moan when the fingertips brushed against the skin exposed at the bottom of his midriff top and the anticipation that they would go farther down.
“You’re a fucking horny brat.”
The whisper in his ear drove him crazy but not as much as feeling Sigurd’s hands starting to explore the bare skin of his inner thighs. His lover’s hands pushing the fabric of his already short shorts up higher as Sigurd’s thumb slid under the edge, caressing all the way up where body and thighs met.
“Yes, Daddy Sigurd.” Mikkel felt his breath coming fast, so fast he felt lightheaded as those exploring hands cupped his own hard crotch. The tight jean fabric barely masking the touch even if it was feather light. The young dancer started shoving into those hands in an attempt to get friction. The need for caressing, hard erotic caressing, was too much to bear.
“You want them off?” Sigurd’s mouth felt so hot next to his ear and those hands rubbing the Dane roughly through his jean shorts. “Do you want fucked, brat?”
That kiss to the earlobe sent electric through the Dane and he shoved his ass back without thinking, grinding against the older Swede’s lap. Silently begging for more than what they were doing. “Please.”
Mikkel barely got the word out around the panting, that turned to a gasp, when the button of his shorts came undone. Sigurd’s hand was instantly inside, wrapping tightly around his cock and stroking. The touch alone left the Dane at the end of his wits. More so when he felt the other hand between them as Sigurd started unlacing the front of his leathers.
“Such a dirty brat. Come here, let daddy take care of you.” Sigurd’s mouth was so close to the skin of his neck that it tickled, ran shivers and goosebumps all over the Dane’s skin. Mikkel didn’t hesitate as he started pulling on his shorts to wiggle out of them. The sound of the shorts hitting the floor around his ankles was followed by the feeling of cool fingers pressing between his ass cheeks. His hips bucked roughly between the stroking of his cock and the slick fingers penetrating from behind. “Let’s get your tight, brat ass ready for me.”
“Look at you, I’m only using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
Mikkel could hear the amusement in the Swede’s voice but he wasn’t wrong. The things he was doing left the young Dane panting, trembling, rocking roughly against his lover’s hand and lap. There wasn’t enough. He wanted more and the Swede was being a bastard by making him wait. The sensations were too much and pulled a high, pleading cry from the Dane. Mikkel grinding, near riding, on the fingers stretching him. Sigurd finally moaned, a sound that raised even more shivers on the Dane’s pale skin. Mikkel was on the verge of screaming with need. The Swede was all over him. Mouth sliding hot kisses across his neck, the slow stroking of the Dane’s hard cock, and those fingers, now three fingers pulling him open. “I’m ready. Please… I’m ready.”
“You’re begging?” Sigurd asked but those fingers were slipping out. The bassist had to hold Mikkel in his lap, so he didn’t slide off as the anticipation left the young man weak in the legs.
“Yes, please… I…” Mikkel didn’t get the sentence out. The feeling of the head of his lover’s hard cock between his cheeks turned all the words to a pleading little whimper.
“Beg for it. Ask me to fuck you.”
The words wouldn’t come out. Every time he tried to speak it was a gasp or a moan of need rather than words. Sigurd was such a tease. The Swede whispered his words again and the hot breath brought shivers and giggles as it passed over the skin of the Dane’s neck.
“I missed you.. please…” Mikkel was getting out of his mind and unable to think about anything except Sigurd inside of him after they’d been away from each other. He reached back and grabbed a handful of the Swede’s hair, pulling, yanking on it for teasing. Mikkel’s words came out high pitched and needy. “Daddy, please.”
“Such a good brat.”
Mikkel screamed as Sigurd pushed in. It felt so good to have the Swede back that he couldn’t contain the loud moans that followed with those first few thrusts from underneath Mikkel. Sigurd was speaking right in his ear. “Mmmm and so tight, brat.”
Mikkel came to, gasping, covered in sweat and disoriented. The arms around him tightened and he realized Sigurd was there spooning him from behind. The Dane tried to relax but that was in vain when he felt Sigurd pull closer. The Swede was fully erect in his sleep but rubbing his hips and that hard cock against the Dane’s little sleeping shorts. No wonder he had the dream he woke from.
“Sigurd, you’re such a fucking dirty dad.” Mikkel grumbled as he tried to find a position where he could go back to sleep. At this rate, with the way Sigurd was behaving in his sleep, Mikkel didn’t think he was going to get any more sleep. He elbowed the bassist lightly. “Stop humping me like a dog.”
The young Dane was horny now, how could he not be, but he was also exhausted and wanting to sleep. Hopefully, the dirty, older Swede would stop all the shoving and let him go back to sleep.