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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"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.