"Well, querido, he may have decided to ignore a few of your personality traits." Like the complete shamelessness, Carlos thought as he let Gael lead him to the chair. That one was growing to be a favorite of his.

His eyes grew hot and dark as Gael ground against him, his own cock hardening. Still, he had self-control; self-control was an essential part of both how he worked and how he played. "I'm not going to stop you from taking initiative," he purred as he slid his hands over Gael's now very smooth skin. "You know, I was wondering how far this went," he murmured as his hands slid from Gael's hips to his thighs. "And I'm not sure I've ever been so grateful to Kesha in my life."

And as a gay man with a sex drive he was, frankly, frequently very grateful to Kesha. 'Take It Off' playing at the Wild Card was almost a guarantee that he'd get laid.