Bjorn giggled and began sliding around it lewdly, rubbing his ass against the pole and wrapping his legs around, bending backwards whilst trying not to fall off. Was he doing well? He thought so.
"How's this? I'm going to drive him fucking crazy with these moves!"
The blond then swung around on the pole, extending one of his legs with a wink.
"That's not bad." Mikkel smiled and it wasn't for someone who was just trying to for the first time, or at least very new to it. The Dane also imagined Rekker wouldn't care because the idea of it would be as important as the performance itself.
"Do you want me to show you how to walk off the pole to someone?" And that was the other important thing. The way you got from the pole to a partner's lap could add or subtract from things and Mikkel wanted Bjorn to be able to drive Rekker out of his mind.
"Yeah, I'd love if you could, honey. I want to do this properly and drive Rekker fucking insane."
Bjorn giggled and swung around the pole once more, sliding a leg up and down before moving off in a swift motion. Mikkel was the expert here so the Swede let him do his moves. The ginger would get so riled up!
"It's easier to dance for someone who wants you. They don't notice when you fuck things up a little." Mikkel had almost fallen a couple times and Sigurd didn't even notice though other patrons often did.
"Sit down and I'll show you a walk up." Mikkel thought it was admirable and sexy that Bjorn was so invested in turning Rekker on. "If he's like Sigurd, you won't even get a chance to dance much before he's dragging you off."
Nodding, Bjorn sat down and watched Mikkel carefully, hoping to remember all of this when he finally did get on a pole and try some moves out in front of Rekker. The ginger would lose it totally.
"Rekker will fucking lose it, babe. I know him and he won't last five minutes before wanting to rip my clothes off."
Bjorn giggled at that very thought and waited for the young Dane to do a walk up.
Mikkel saw a lot of similarities in their personalities so maybe the turn ons were too. "I'll pretend like you're Rekker."
Mikkel thought that would best work for helping the Swede visualize what to do to his own lover. Mikkel walked off the pole toward Bjorn, slow and sultry. Once he got to the Swede the Dane lowered himself down, hands on Bjorn's knees as he pushed his legs apart. Mikkel was trying not to giggle as he slipped his hands ups Bjorn's thighs, leaning in so his chest was almost against his crotch. Then lifting up so he was hovering barely an inch over the Swede's body as he leaned in and pressed a playful kiss to Bjorn's forehead. Of course, if this were Rekker and Bjorn the kiss would probably kiss really deeply. He then leaned his hips in so they were pressed against Bjorn's crotch.
"From here, you could slide back down for a blow job or slide your thighs over his and climb into his lap." Mikkel leaned back so he was squatting though still between Bjorn's legs but waiting to see if he had any questions.
"Rekker is like your dirty daddy. He gets fucked off easily and has a temper when he gets angry. Goes fucking crazy and throws stuff and people."
Bjorn didn't like it when Rekker was seriously angry because he knew that landed the ginger into trouble a lot of time. It was honestly a little frightening to watch. The singer watched Mikkel's movements and tried not to giggle because it was fucking dirty.
"Ok so---slide back down for a suck or climb into his lap. Got it, babe. I never knew it was so fucking complicated as this."
Mikkel nodded. He didn't much like when Sigurd got really pissed off either. It scared him. After a moment he smiled. "He can't look at you without wanting you either." Mikkel giggled. "I heard he rips your clothes off."
He didn't want to think about angry Rekker or Sigurd. "Another thing you can do is.."
Mikkel slid around and put his ass in Bjorn's crotch then leaned back and started wiggling his ass against him. It didn't last long before the Dane started giggling.
"It's not complicated when you do it." Mikkel stopped and slid around to sit on Bjorn's leg so they could talk. "You go with the music and what your partner likes."
He started playing with Bjorn's hair and grinned. "You should let me dress you for your dancing." Mikkel did like Bjorn a lot even if sometimes they got testy or bitchy with each other occassionally.
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Bjorn giggled and began sliding around it lewdly, rubbing his ass against the pole and wrapping his legs around, bending backwards whilst trying not to fall off. Was he doing well? He thought so.
"How's this? I'm going to drive him fucking crazy with these moves!"
The blond then swung around on the pole, extending one of his legs with a wink.
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"Do you want me to show you how to walk off the pole to someone?" And that was the other important thing. The way you got from the pole to a partner's lap could add or subtract from things and Mikkel wanted Bjorn to be able to drive Rekker out of his mind.
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Bjorn giggled and swung around the pole once more, sliding a leg up and down before moving off in a swift motion. Mikkel was the expert here so the Swede let him do his moves. The ginger would get so riled up!
"This will be so perfect."
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"Sit down and I'll show you a walk up." Mikkel thought it was admirable and sexy that Bjorn was so invested in turning Rekker on. "If he's like Sigurd, you won't even get a chance to dance much before he's dragging you off."
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"Rekker will fucking lose it, babe. I know him and he won't last five minutes before wanting to rip my clothes off."
Bjorn giggled at that very thought and waited for the young Dane to do a walk up.
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Mikkel saw a lot of similarities in their personalities so maybe the turn ons were too. "I'll pretend like you're Rekker."
Mikkel thought that would best work for helping the Swede visualize what to do to his own lover. Mikkel walked off the pole toward Bjorn, slow and sultry. Once he got to the Swede the Dane lowered himself down, hands on Bjorn's knees as he pushed his legs apart. Mikkel was trying not to giggle as he slipped his hands ups Bjorn's thighs, leaning in so his chest was almost against his crotch. Then lifting up so he was hovering barely an inch over the Swede's body as he leaned in and pressed a playful kiss to Bjorn's forehead. Of course, if this were Rekker and Bjorn the kiss would probably kiss really deeply. He then leaned his hips in so they were pressed against Bjorn's crotch.
"From here, you could slide back down for a blow job or slide your thighs over his and climb into his lap." Mikkel leaned back so he was squatting though still between Bjorn's legs but waiting to see if he had any questions.
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Bjorn didn't like it when Rekker was seriously angry because he knew that landed the ginger into trouble a lot of time. It was honestly a little frightening to watch. The singer watched Mikkel's movements and tried not to giggle because it was fucking dirty.
"Ok so---slide back down for a suck or climb into his lap. Got it, babe. I never knew it was so fucking complicated as this."
The Swede was impressed.
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He didn't want to think about angry Rekker or Sigurd. "Another thing you can do is.."
Mikkel slid around and put his ass in Bjorn's crotch then leaned back and started wiggling his ass against him. It didn't last long before the Dane started giggling.
"It's not complicated when you do it." Mikkel stopped and slid around to sit on Bjorn's leg so they could talk. "You go with the music and what your partner likes."
He started playing with Bjorn's hair and grinned. "You should let me dress you for your dancing." Mikkel did like Bjorn a lot even if sometimes they got testy or bitchy with each other occassionally.