[ He smiles against the back of Basch's shoulder before he lets his teeth nip lightly at the skin there. Letting him feel the edge of it. Still working his fingers deep, he stretches him until he's confident Basch will be able to take him. It will still be a stretch, but it's as much as his fingers can do for now. ]

I am fairly fluent, it's true. Don't worry, I have no intention of stopping until you paint that mirror with proof of your pleasure.

[ He withdraws his fingers from the man's body, sparing a moment to generously slick his own aching cock before shifting his pose. Hand wrapped around the base of his own cock to maneuver easier, he lets the thick head rub over that hole, still tight and clenching at the teasing. Or maybe the emptiness, now that his fingers aren't buried deep. He gives Basch a moment to realize that's not his fingers anymore for himself, before shifting forward and starting to press into his tight body with a strained sound muffled against the back of the man's shoulder. ]

I guess we'll see how well I can read you until then.