Despite his very determined march up the ranks, and despite his laser focus on his ambitions and education - there was something wild in Bas, something that didn't seem like either his elegant mother or his rather authoratative father. But it was something less than a mystery if you considered Jordan Novak in the Hearts, and when you considered the men Jordan had been best friends with. That kind of control just had to have a release valve.
Still, even with that wildness, there was a start of surprise as Gael spoke. He supposed he should have guessed, given that Gael had brought rope in a deep purple shade. If you had purple rope, you probably knew what you were doing with it, and Gael Shaw clearly did. The serious consideration in Carlos Sanchez's eyes showed that he knew what he was doing.
"You're right, darling," he said, looking over to where Gael was straddling him as he pulled back from Sebastian. "Pick your safe word, cher," he said, his lips twitching with the French endearment; the only sign that he'd noted the flurry of French. "Something easy to remember. Probably nothing French." There was a part of him, really, that suspected that Bas was somewhat new to this level of games. At least, he thought, not as experienced as he and Gael.
Carlos wasn't wrong about that; Bas would tell him that these kinds of games involved an amount of time he didn't usually have to devote to sex, and his eyes flicked between the two men. It was an odd feeling, to be a little bit the toy, he thought, then shrugged it off. "Keep it simple," he said lightly. "Yellow to slow down, red to stop."
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Still, even with that wildness, there was a start of surprise as Gael spoke. He supposed he should have guessed, given that Gael had brought rope in a deep purple shade. If you had purple rope, you probably knew what you were doing with it, and Gael Shaw clearly did. The serious consideration in Carlos Sanchez's eyes showed that he knew what he was doing.
"You're right, darling," he said, looking over to where Gael was straddling him as he pulled back from Sebastian. "Pick your safe word, cher," he said, his lips twitching with the French endearment; the only sign that he'd noted the flurry of French. "Something easy to remember. Probably nothing French." There was a part of him, really, that suspected that Bas was somewhat new to this level of games. At least, he thought, not as experienced as he and Gael.
Carlos wasn't wrong about that; Bas would tell him that these kinds of games involved an amount of time he didn't usually have to devote to sex, and his eyes flicked between the two men. It was an odd feeling, to be a little bit the toy, he thought, then shrugged it off. "Keep it simple," he said lightly. "Yellow to slow down, red to stop."