He grins. “I don’t know if that was genuine -” The song carries on underneath his tongue – “But I will take it. You just need to get used to being overwhelmed like this, I’m sure. If we’d make this a weekly thing you’d be addicted in less than two months.”

It’s tempting to just use a little more force, but it wouldn’t work with the song, and Bach would never sabotage any kind of music. So he crooks and turns his finger a little, pushing against the tight, warm muscle. “You better stay this tight when you’re on my dick, so I can go see stars right besides you.”

He lashes in Davin’s song into the little dirty story of the shepherd, makes him remember about the things they already had enjoyed with each other. “It’s not like you need to get up and run off right away after your orgasm anyway, right?”