The question made Misha laugh, though he obviously didn't have to answer. He was never ill prepared, and being a very active man by nature liked to have things close by, just in case. There was nothing worse than having to improvise or run out to the store when you just wanted to fall into bed or onto a couch with somebody.
A low groan escaped him as he was fondled and then bitten and licked by the other, and he wasted no time in pulling the cap open and sliding his hand up and down himself, making sure he was well lubricated before squeezing more into his hands and reaching under, covering Reid's opening and pushing a finger in carefully, glad he kept his fingernails short. He wasn't aware if Reid was experienced or not, but he never left things to chance.
"Nice an' slow it is, then," he said, voice low, almost whispered. He pulled Reid's legs open and up, putting a hand under the dancer's hips. He liked to be facing his lovers the first time they copulated. He pressed his head to the opening without penetrating yet, determined to tease a bit more. "But I cannae bite you once we've started. Don't want to risk turning you into a bull too, eh?" He chuckled, then slowly pushed up and into Reid's body, his cock met with little resistance even though it was still quite snug. A groan escaped him. "God, you're tight...."