"Always with the interesting ideas," Carlos said a bit dryly. "But as pretty as I'm sure I'd be with my cock dressed up for Christmas, I think I'll let you finish what you're starting." He leaned back on his hands, his eyelashes lowering as he watched Gael smirk a bit as he leaned forward, working his with his hand and his mouth until Carlos felt that heat and pleasure sparking at the base of his spine.

When he caught his breath again, he tugged Gael up on the bed so he could kiss him, tasting himself on Gael's tongue even as his hand wrapped around Gael's cock and he worked him closer to his own edge. It was only after, when they were collapsed against the sheets that Carlos spoke again, sleepily. "Well, I guess Christmas is okay after all."