One never doubted that Gael Shaw could put on a show, Carlos thought as he watched his two lovers, at the foot of the bed. This one, though, was even better than he'd expected, and his eyes dilated a bit as Sebastian Novak moaned around his cock as Gael played. Their eyes met, occasionally, and Carlos read heat and promise in the Spade's eyes. His lips curved in response, though he didn't release Bas until Gael had shifted up to lean his head on his stomach.
Honestly, Carlos thought as the heat of Bas's mouth was replaced with the heat of Gael's, this would be his every fantasy if it weren't for his shoulder and his stitches. Still, he could make it close, and he beckoned Bas to move up towards the pillows. "Help me flat," he whispered. "Then kneel behind me, pet." The endearment Gael had chosen, Carlos thought as Bas Novak eased him onto his back, suited the younger man.
Bas, for his part, raised his brows before doing as Carlos asked, and then leaning down, his fingers combing through Carlos' hair. "¿Y ahora qué desea usted, señor?" he whispered, his teeth scraping along Carlos' ear. It was true that Spanish wasn't a particular popular language for the aristocratic of the Deck to know, and it was true that Jordan Novak had preferred French himself. But Sebastian was the son of a diplomat as well, and Ivona Wolf Novak had made certain her children knew more than a smattering of the most common languages spoken Outside.
Carlos laughed a little at the Spanish and leaned up to kiss Bas as he pressed the remote that controlled the plug in the other man's ass. He tasted the groan on Bas's lips, nipping gently as he pulled back. "¿Por qué no le damos un gusto?" He murmured back as he reached up to stroke Sebastian's cheek. "Pick one of the other two, darling."
Bas practically purred as he leaned back from the kiss and watched Carlos reach down to stroke Gael's cock. Ah, he was very glad he'd said yes to this proposition earlier today, he thought as he glanced at the other two plugs Gael had picked out and chose a large purple glass one, setting it on his knee as slicked his fingers with lube and watched Carlos lick the head of Gael's cock. He'd done threesomes before, of course, but not everyone his age was as creative as Gael and Carlos were. God knew they weren't as hot.
He leaned and tranced one finger around Gael's entrance teasingly before he pushed two inside and pumped. Mm, it was such a pretty picture, watching these two, he thought as he curved his fingers to stroke them against Gael's inner walls and leaned forward to press his lips against one ass cheek. He drew his hand away an slicked up the plug, raising higher on his knees and glancing at Carlos before he pushed in firmly inside, and watching as Carlos swallowed more of Gael's cock as he pushed more of the plug into Gael's ass.
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Honestly, Carlos thought as the heat of Bas's mouth was replaced with the heat of Gael's, this would be his every fantasy if it weren't for his shoulder and his stitches. Still, he could make it close, and he beckoned Bas to move up towards the pillows. "Help me flat," he whispered. "Then kneel behind me, pet." The endearment Gael had chosen, Carlos thought as Bas Novak eased him onto his back, suited the younger man.
Bas, for his part, raised his brows before doing as Carlos asked, and then leaning down, his fingers combing through Carlos' hair. "¿Y ahora qué desea usted, señor?" he whispered, his teeth scraping along Carlos' ear. It was true that Spanish wasn't a particular popular language for the aristocratic of the Deck to know, and it was true that Jordan Novak had preferred French himself. But Sebastian was the son of a diplomat as well, and Ivona Wolf Novak had made certain her children knew more than a smattering of the most common languages spoken Outside.
Carlos laughed a little at the Spanish and leaned up to kiss Bas as he pressed the remote that controlled the plug in the other man's ass. He tasted the groan on Bas's lips, nipping gently as he pulled back. "¿Por qué no le damos un gusto?" He murmured back as he reached up to stroke Sebastian's cheek. "Pick one of the other two, darling."
Bas practically purred as he leaned back from the kiss and watched Carlos reach down to stroke Gael's cock. Ah, he was very glad he'd said yes to this proposition earlier today, he thought as he glanced at the other two plugs Gael had picked out and chose a large purple glass one, setting it on his knee as slicked his fingers with lube and watched Carlos lick the head of Gael's cock. He'd done threesomes before, of course, but not everyone his age was as creative as Gael and Carlos were. God knew they weren't as hot.
He leaned and tranced one finger around Gael's entrance teasingly before he pushed two inside and pumped. Mm, it was such a pretty picture, watching these two, he thought as he curved his fingers to stroke them against Gael's inner walls and leaned forward to press his lips against one ass cheek. He drew his hand away an slicked up the plug, raising higher on his knees and glancing at Carlos before he pushed in firmly inside, and watching as Carlos swallowed more of Gael's cock as he pushed more of the plug into Gael's ass.