Carlos watched Gael and Bas kiss - he was only human, frankly - before he cast his eyes at the ceiling. "Mm, there's two of them," he said. By which he meant two charming, gorgeous men used to getting their way. He really should have known, he thought. Of course...he didn't really object to this, no matter how many times he'd told Gael no in the last week.

"Oh, he has been a good patient," Sebastian was saying as he pulled back from the kiss, though the hand he'd slipped between their bodies still was idly stroking Gael's cock. "Gold star. But, you know, abstaining didn't mean you couldn't be a bit creative about things," he added, looking over at Carlos before he gave Gael another sharp kiss. "You just have to be careful about it."

He was just fine with demonstrating, he thought. Though he didn't really think Gael Shaw really needed him to demonstrate anything sexual, ever. Still, he was of the opinion that Carlos needed to loosen up a little bit. Bas suspected that Carlos had resigned himself to mostly being in a spectator role tonight, and honestly. It was hardly necessary - and hardly what he or Gael wanted.

He kneeled on the bed. "Mm, I do want you," he said to Carlos as he eased his jeans and soft cotton boxer briefs down until his cock jutted out. He gave it a light lick. "I was so disappointed, you know, when I came home from Cambridge and both of you were tangled up with each other."

Carlos exhaled, slipping his fingers into Sebastian's dark hair as the younger man licked his cock again. "Come watch," he murmured to Gael. He didn't want Gael standing to one side while Sebastian Novak went down on him. He wanted Gael right there with him.