There was a part of Gael who thought that Sebastian Novak was trouble, in a way that Carlos probably would have hated even if the sex was delicious. For one, Bas spoke Gael's preferred language, and he encouraged every little terrible habit that he could have. Finding himself pulled up to kiss Bas again, he almost completely pulled away from Carlos as he wrapped an arm around Bas' neck. At least until Carlos stole him away.

Watching Carlos kiss Bas in a lewd, suggestive kiss he laid back against Carlos' stomach an arm lazily draped over the man's body as he appreciated his view. "Oh....certainly a frogtie, getting the ankle up against his ass cheek, and all the way down to his knees. Then....I don't know- I don't know what he likes- but probably a reverse prayer. So that he can be on full display for us. I mean, he does have a rather nicely shaped cock. It would be a shame to hide it."

Pushing himself up, Gael straddled Carlos' stomach as he watched them both, before reaching out for the rope that has been pushed off to the side. "He'll need a word, love. To keep from getting himself hurt."