[ It had definitely still been a tease, but he supposes it’s easier for him not to be as clear when he’s a little distracted by the feel of Basch’s body so tight around his cock. He gives him a moment to adjust - both of them, if he’s honest, his breathing a touch ragged where his lips press to the back of the man’s shoulder still. But he doesn’t drag it out too long. Needs to move, needs to feel Basch’s tight heat as he rocks his hips, sinking deeper into the way the man’s body shudders and grips him greedily.

At that invitation, he chuckles, sucking redness into the flesh beneath his lips. Another visible claim left in Basch’s skin as he works his way deeper with deliberate persistence. One hand still grips the man’s hips to hold him right where he wants him while the other still has fingers curled around his wrist, keeping that arm pinned and his torso pressed to the cool reflection of the mirrored wall.

He doesn’t touch Basch’s cock, not yet. He might not even have to, but he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. ]

That could be a very long time, Basch. [ The man’s name is a soft purr on his tongue, smile audible in his voice. His hips rock a little sharper, changing the angle, hoping to rub up against his prostate on that next thrust. ] I’ll likely want to play with you as long as you want to be played with. And I think you very much enjoyed being played with like this. You’re still so tight for me, even after taking my fingers. But I can feel how much you want it.