"I would." That hand though had Mikkel crying from want, shoving back into Sigurd roughly. He grabbed all the hair falling over his shoulder, twisting his hands in it, pulling. The Dane could barely think or catch his breath. His hips shoved rhythmically against Sigurd's hard cock. He was so horny and wanting.

"Please." Mikkel squirmed as those lips touched his overly sensitive skin. He'd heard Sigued but was so distracted by his own body, whimpering when Sigurd stopped stroking him. "I want you."

Mikkel was pushing back even harder against the Swede's body, panting and gasping. He pulled harder on the handful of hair he had. "Daddy..."

The word came out as a begging whine. Mikkel wasn't thinking about lube or anything else at this point.