He shouldn't be surprised, really, Carlos thought as he wrapped the purple rope around Bas's arms and wrists and bound him to the headboard. The expectations were high when you were the son of a king - he'd seen that with Ty. And that was with Elisha Kagan as a father, Jordan Novak would be a different kettle of fish.

"Relax," he murmured to Sebastian. "We'll take care of you, eventually." Eventually being the keyword, he thought as he leaned over the younger man to take Gael's mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss. His hands slid over Gael's skin. If they were too give Bas an extremely frustrating show, he thought, he could certainly make it a good one, and he toyed a bit with the plug still wedged in Gael's ass as Gael teased the man bound beneath him.

Relax, he said, Bas thought as he frowned a bit petulantly underneath them, trying to shift closer to Gael's teasing hands. Relax, as if that was really an option. Usually, by now, he would have come at least once, but instead it had been back and forth, give and take. He didn't mind so much, he thought as he licked his lips, but for the fact that he felt increasingly out of his depth. Which was exactly what he'd told Gael he wanted, of course. "Are you going to make me beg?" He asked against Gael's lips as he felt Carlos' hand wrap around his cock and pump before he then felt a wash of hot breath across it.