Honestly, those stitches couldn't come out soon enough, Carlos thought as Gael shifted off of him to pull Sebastian back towards him. He moved onto his knees carefully. Really, it was the stitches that were most of the problem. The shoulder would heal slowly, but it wasn't hindering him that much at this point. He couldn't pick Gael up, not for a few months, but he had most of a range of motion with it. The stitches, though. They were in the way.
He took the rope from Gael, but didn't seem all that interested in doing much with it. Instead he watched Gael purring in Bas's ear as he stroked his cock, and he lifted a brow as the Spade looked over at him. "Don't be shy," he said as he moved close enough to give Bas a lingering kiss, before capturing Gael's chin and repeating the gesture. "Gael likes to please, and I don't mind it so much myself."
The two of them were just not really fair, Bas thought as Carlos pulled back from the unexpected kiss. Maybe the problem was that the threesomes he'd done had not been with people who were quite this...attuned to each other, he supposed. And to him. It had been about getting their own pleasure, largely, maybe playing some games, and it had all been faster and done sooner than Gael and Carlos were interested in. There was a part of him who wondered if he'd gotten in too deep. He tilted his head to watch Carlos kiss Gael inches away from his own face. His lips curved up a bit. "I'm not as much for hard and rough, generally, cheri," he said. "Je veux perdre l'esprit. Je veux que vous me faites perdre l'esprit. I like to lose control," he added in English for Carlos' benefit. He was very like his father in several ways; people were always telling him he had Jordan's drive and Jordan's looks and Jordan's mind. And he had an iron grip on his control the way his father did, too - it was how he dealt with the rigors of his education and the expectation that he'd rise swiftly through the ranks.
But Sebastian needed to lose that control sometimes or it got to be a bit much. He wasn't sure that his father was the same way, there.
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He took the rope from Gael, but didn't seem all that interested in doing much with it. Instead he watched Gael purring in Bas's ear as he stroked his cock, and he lifted a brow as the Spade looked over at him. "Don't be shy," he said as he moved close enough to give Bas a lingering kiss, before capturing Gael's chin and repeating the gesture. "Gael likes to please, and I don't mind it so much myself."
The two of them were just not really fair, Bas thought as Carlos pulled back from the unexpected kiss. Maybe the problem was that the threesomes he'd done had not been with people who were quite this...attuned to each other, he supposed. And to him. It had been about getting their own pleasure, largely, maybe playing some games, and it had all been faster and done sooner than Gael and Carlos were interested in. There was a part of him who wondered if he'd gotten in too deep. He tilted his head to watch Carlos kiss Gael inches away from his own face. His lips curved up a bit. "I'm not as much for hard and rough, generally, cheri," he said. "Je veux perdre l'esprit. Je veux que vous me faites perdre l'esprit. I like to lose control," he added in English for Carlos' benefit. He was very like his father in several ways; people were always telling him he had Jordan's drive and Jordan's looks and Jordan's mind. And he had an iron grip on his control the way his father did, too - it was how he dealt with the rigors of his education and the expectation that he'd rise swiftly through the ranks.
But Sebastian needed to lose that control sometimes or it got to be a bit much. He wasn't sure that his father was the same way, there.