Of course he was smirking at him; as Gael had so astutely pointed out earlier, Carlos was a top, which meant here, at least? He could be a bit of a smug ass. Right now, the smug was based on the slightly skeptical look Gael had given him when he'd told him to fuck himself on Bas' cock.

It was, of course, working out just fine, he thought as he crawled closer to the other boy, groaning a bit as Gael turned his head to lap and suck at his cock as Sebastian pounded into him. If nothing else, Sebastian Novak was excllent at taking direction, he thought as his eyes went a bit half-lidded. Good at initiative too, he thought, his eyes opening a bit as Bas's tongue licked over his cock, at least the part Gael had pulled off of. "
Hacer que venga con nosotros" he murmured to Bas, and almost purred as two pairs of blue eyes leveled him with a stare, for two different reasons. Gael really hated it when he spoke Spanish like this.

Bas wrapped his hand around Gael's cock, though, and the time for displeasure was short as he stroked in time with his thrusts, and as Gael used the same rhythm against Carlos. As Carlos started to thrust back into Gael's mouth, his head tipping back. It all made Bas's lips part a bit. Really, he thought, it would have only been better if Carlos hadn't had those stitches. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he felt himself drawing close, and then slitted open again - as if he was checking to be sure at least one of his lovers was coming with.