If you ask so sweetly. [ Just a bit pleasantly surprised there. Oh, he’d forgotten those low registers that Basch could hit just so, and what they could do to a man’s libido. He strokes his hand down Basch’s chest, tracing along his abs before curling at his waistband. If there’s a challenge laid, he’s going to have to answer it, of course, and he regains his train of thought rather quickly. ]

I would have you undressed for me, I think— [ It’s practically conversational how he manages to pace this. Palming Basch through fabric, there’s a distinctly wicked turn to his tone of voice. ] —with your cock between my lips, and the weight of it heavy upon my tongue.

[ Well, he’d asked. ]