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the rain meme

Ah, rain—the precipitation that the whole world has a love/hate affair with it. It waters the garden for free and ruins baseball games. It cools you off in the summer and it causes more ice and sleet to appear in the winter. Sometimes it is lovely and falls at a decent pace for a few hours, other times, it blasts the whole eastern seaboard away.

Poems and songs have been written about it, people have danced in it, others have cursed its entire existence, and still more refuse to go out and drive in it.

Now it’s time to roll some dice and see what the weather will have in store for you today.

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc in the subject.
2. Roll a number between 1-5 with the RGN for an intensiy.
3. Roll 1-15 with the RGN for a situation.
4. Reply to other comments and play the scenario out!
5. Don’t catch a cold!

intensity

1. DRIZZLE ☂ It’s not too heavy or too light of a downpour, just enough to wash away stuff in the air, water the ground, and clean up the streets.

2. MONSOON ☂ It’s horrible and awful! Rain is coming down in buckets, no one can get anywhere, the wind is whipping everything about, and now the cable is out.

3. SHOWER ☂ Reminds you of early spring, doesn’t it? A nice shower to make everything all green and smell fresh again. Lovely.

4. FLOOD ☂ While rain is good, it can sometimes be bad. Grab a boat!

5. CATS & DOGS ☂ You’re lucky with this one. It’s not the worst storm in the world, but it’s still pretty heavy. Be careful when driving!

prompts

1. A DARK, STORMY NIGHT ☂ You know all those stories that start off with a stormy night before something goes wrong: a murder, an attack by ninjas, a crime. It is one of the best known clichés in the world, and you’re stuck in the middle of it.

2. HUMIDITY ☂ It’s that time of the year again when the humidity rises and the rain has two options: make it worse or make it go away. Good luck getting the latter.

3. GRAY RAIN OF DEPRESSION ☂ We all know this one. Stuck in the middle of no where, or right after an argument, or something that leads to angst, the rain decides to express someone’s feelings in a physical form, serious or over the top.

4. QUIET MORNING ☂ Nothing to do, nowhere to be… sometimes the rain is a welcomed addition to a quiet day. Gives you an excuse to stay in, curl up in a warm blanket and a book, maybe a loved one or a cup of hot chocolate. With sprinkles.

5. PUDDLES ☂ After it rains, what is the number one thing you have to do? Go put on some rubber boots and splash around of course!

6. SUDDEN STORM ☂ It might have been predicted, but sometimes storms just sweep in and do their thing with little to no warning. Hope you’re not outside.

7. THUNDER & LIGHTNING ☂ Loud, surprising, scary, ominous, comforting, fantastic to watch or listen to… some like thunder and lightning, others not so much. Of course, if this happens before a big confrontation, the universe is telling you something.

8. CAN’T GET WORSE ☂ You did not say that. You did not just say that. How many times does this need to be seen in movies and books before anyone learns?

9. STUCK ☂ No, no, no, no. This cannot be happening. What happened to the ten percent chance of rain? You forgot your umbrella and now you’re stuck in it!

10. RUINED PLANS ☂ You had all these wonderful plans to go outside, have some fun in the sunshine, do some errands, maybe a date… and the weather goes against them.

11. DANCING ☂ Sometimes rain is a cause for celebration, or you just feel like doing something spontaneous. Grab someone to join you and get wet!

12. RAIN BATTLE ☂ The most intense, important battles happen in the rain. Verbal spars, punching someone in the guts; it’s all dramatic and climatic. And no one slips.

13. DATE ☂ Aww, don’t let the weather ruin your date! It can be really romantic, being out in the rain, and it’s always fun to go with the flow.

14. A DAY INSIDE ☂ Sometimes, it’s just better to stay inside and enjoy something simple and easy like board games or catching up on TV shows, or maybe the bills.

15. WILD CARD ☂ Was there something I missed? Did you want to roll again or choose your own adventure? Go for it!

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"Probably," Gael said with a nod as he looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "But not tonight. Later, when boredom is starting to drive you crazy. And you're begging me to entertain you." He said, laughing a little before he took a deeper breath.

"Besides, I actually should go back to work at some point, mental break downs only get you out of work for so long." He said, scrubbing his hair before he sighed a little and looked at Carlos. "Which, I have to do in tomorrow- before Master Lawrence really fires for me good." He was on his last straw with them, and likely to lose a rank if he wasn't careful. And wouldn't that just be the icing on his epic meltdown cake?

"That won't take long," Carlos muttered. He wasn't really bed-bound, but until his leg started to heal more walking was going to be with care and not often.

He turned his head, though, watching Gael for a moment. He wouldn't say he looked about ready to head to the gallows, exactly, but there was something of that on his face. "How much do you think you're going to have to grovel?" He asked. Gael was, without a doubt, the most talented actor currently on the stage. Ali had expressed disappointment in his understudy for Cats, and also a little fear that she was going to be stuck with the kid for the winter play. But she'd also said she was pretty sure Lawrence would kill to get Gael back.

"I heard he wants to do Long Day's Journey Into Night this winter," he said. "Ali's pissed because, in her words, there's only two female roles and one of them's bullshit."

Gael was likely to get stir-crazy long before Carlos. It was a proven fact that Gael was in constant motion, so to speak. Still, he did also have a career to consider.

"Oh, enough to believe I would never do it again." Gael answered as to how much groveling he'd need to do. It wasn't going to be too long, though. Lawrence was already nearly begging him to be done with 'his emotional non-sense' and to just come back. Apparently, Sammy Roth was not a great replacement for Gael Shaw. It was rather frustrating to know that people couldn't pick up even a little bit of the slack. Gael wasn't, after all, the only talent in the theatre.

"Oh, yeah. Lawrence already gave me the script. He wants me to play Edmund." Which made sense, he wasn't 65 so the dad was out, and the elder brother was 33- something Gael wasn't particularly good at pulling off. He had to work hard to look like a man in his 20s most days. "There aren't that many parts in general, but yeah- she has a point. The problem is that there are never going to be great plays for the ladies as long as we keep using male directors. Gay or not. Also- Lawrence is afflicted with a love of a certain era in stage."

The stupid era, but who could argue with the director?

"Well, I think you can manage that." Gael pleaded really prettily, and while Carlos very much doubted that the pleading was the same with the theatre director closer to his father's age as it was with him, he didn't doubt at all that Gael could very convincing to man who was already pretty convinced that Gael was his only decent lead.

Whether that was actually true or not was another thing. Carlos doubted it, really, but the directors all had their favorites.

"If they're not careful, the actresses'll all go rogue on them," he said a bit lazily. "Put on all female versions of Aeschylus on the Green during the official performances or something." It wouldn't take much to put that in Ali's head, he mused. Well, he wasn't that bored yet.

"I'm hardly worried," Gael said almost dismissing any idea that he wouldn't win back the good graces of the other man out of hand. At least, not today. He supposed there would come a time when Gael would have to work much harder to hold his place in the starlight. "I think I'll campaign for a more modern musical this next season, though. Rent, or The Full Monty, Spring Awakening, or....something. Something more modern. There was are plenty out there."

But the last bit had him turning on his side to raise a brow at Carlos. "Cherie, it would be rather unfortunate for them to do that. I mean, it would serve Lawrence right, but it would also hurt the rest of us too. Maybe, instead, she should just direct her own all woman production of....Julius Ceaser for the Shakespeare of the Green. I'm sure Hadyn would be amused by the idea."

"Oliver and half the cast would probably kiss you. Of course, they'd probably like to, anyway." Still, Carlos had ended up on the periphery of enough cast parties to hear the muttering about the obsession with the classics. O'Neill, Williams, Rodgers & Hammerstein. It played well with most of the audience, but...it was a bit harder to get the people their age in recently. The Deck was old-fashioned but even so.

He laughed a little. "Ali? Alicia Paloma Sánchez, direct? Maybe someday, but not any time soon." She'd hit him if she could hear him. "She's a good instigator, but when it comes down to it she's a tiny nineteen year old, and people still bulldoze her. Sarah could do it, though." Sarah used to act, after all. Sarah used to do a lot of things she seemed to have needlessly abandoned to fit herself into the box she'd picked for herself, but there was no telling her that. "Or is it just me who thinks she's bored out of her mind?"

"Sarah would murder me if I even suggested it, I don't think she's that bored. I think she sometimes wants a little more excitement...but not that." Gael assured Carlos, smirking despite it all. "But you know, someone could direct it. Or Hadyn- he's practically a woman, according to some." And it was just a matter of time before that statement got someone in trouble with the temperamental Director.

Leaning in he caught Carlos's lips in his, kissing gentle and lovingly before he pulled away got off the bed. "I have to shower, love. I have to get about my day just a little....Well, mostly, I just need to run a few errands and then come back and cook you a dinner you'll die for. Do you like soups? Or....anything in particular?"

"Ah, see, and sentences like that, darling? That's how you die." Carlos was raised by the man, and he was definitely a man. One who had, he expected, terrified the hell out of Felipe Sánchez the night Carlos had been kicked out of the house...and instead of a seventeen year old Four making his way to Club Castle, he'd been picked up by a very angry Ten.

He kissed Gael back, though, and despite the soreness and pain - this was really as complete as he'd felt for a long time. He'd been thirteen the last time someone had rushed in, worried that he'd gotten himself killed. That had been his mother, he thought, and probably the last time someone cooked for him much, either. He didn't count Sarah's tendency to show up occasionally with a pie. "Mm, surprise me," he said. "I'm not picky."

"Consider it done then." He promised before disappearing off into the bathroom to shower. He wasn't long, before he came back out, stealing one of Carlos' shirts so that he at least had one article of clean clothing on his body before he moved back to steal one more kiss from Carlos before leaving.

He left then, to do his errands and shopping. He even called Daniel as he stared at the long aisle of food to ask what all went into Minestrone soup. Daniel seemed to glow when he asked, and glow more when Gael reluctantly explained it was so he could cook for Carlos. It was all just a matter of time, wasn't it...before Daniel was going to start insisting Gael bring Carlos along for family dinner night. Which meant Noelle was likely going to call him in the next few days.

Which she did, not letting him off the phone as he tried to cook dinner for the two men. But then he sat on the bed with Carlos, and they watched a movie as they ate.... They hadn't had sex in days, which was an accomplishment. And more importantly, Gael thought, it had stopped being quite the center of conversation- though it did sneak in from time to time.

"You're legs doing better," Gael said as he came into the apartment seven days after the incident. "Getting around right and proper I see....But, you'll have to forgive me. I brought take out tonight. I was distracted after Sarah had me meet someone of mutual interest for coffee....I told him that you're stitches could use come tending."

After the first day, Carlos had been allowed out of bed and had spent much of his time on his couch, actually voluntarily doing Ty's paperwork - because it was better than staring at the walls or the tv. He'd had visitors too, more than Gael who'd all but moved in. Sarah and Ty and Hadyn and Elisha, of course. Ali and Matt had rushed in as soon as they heard. Cristian had used his job as a paramedic as an excuse, and Vicki hadn't bothered with any.

His mother had come, but his father continued to prove true Carlos' assumption that Felipe would never show up to see his second son unless he was dead. Though, truthfully, Carlos cared to see his father about as much as his father cared to see him.

He was sketching out new guard formations - not exactly the most exciting use of his drawing skills - when Gael came in that night with a bag of what smelled like Thai. "Oh no, I'll have to kick you out if you aren't going to make me a casserole," he said with a slight smile as he set down his pen and got to his feet. It was true what Gael said; he was getting along much easier. He'd seen the doctor that day, actually, and the stitches could come out in just a few more days.

Of course, the sixty year old Club doctor was definitely not who Gael had seen, and Carlos' smile widened. Sex had slipped away from being the center of conversation - but it was never far from his mind, and he'd jerked himself off more than once to the idea of watching Gael be fucked by Sebastian Novak. "Ah," he said, as he flipped the notebook shut and dropped it in the bag to go back to Ty in the morning. "And did Sebastian volunteer to come check on his handiwork?" Hopefully soon, because Carlos was on the edge of going stir-crazy.

"As a matter of fact, he did. After he eats, of course....because I offered to also feed him." Which meant that the man should be arrive in fairly short order. It also meant that Gael and Carlos really only had maybe ten minutes to ready anything they wanted to do before hand. He'd been lucky really, to even get that. When Gael had explained the desire for his company over coffee, well...There honestly hadn't been much convincing needed. "And on that note- set the table for me?" He asked, setting the food down on the table before he moved to steal a kiss from Carlos. "I need to clean up from today- can you believe Master Lawrence has me painting to win back his good graces?"

Though, honestly, he was probably lucky the man wasn't asking him to suck his cock. He didn't know if Lawrence was gay, or bi- but it honestly wouldn't have surprised him. Most of the members of the actors trope were. It was a secret little hub for all of them, and most of them were loose with their morals too. Not all, granted- but enough that it certainly was a well known assumption around how some people got their parts.

"Give me a few, and I'll be out." He said, stealing another kiss, and greatly regretting that Carlos was banned from sex- for ridiculous reasons. Surely by now it wasn't going to do much harm, as it? Three days....

No. Shower, then he could whine about it later. And it was with some reluctance that he pulled away from Carlos, frowning unhappily at his nails as he noticed a bit of paint still lingering on his hands. Ug. He hated painting. He'd just have to scrub even more in the shower.

He wished a bit that he could have been a fly on the wall for the conversation with Sebastian. Not that he'd really doubted the answer - the Deck was small, he was observant, and the King of Spades' only son had been highly focused on as much fun as he could have from the moment he'd realized all the fun sex could be. Really, from what the twins said, highly focused were the bywords when it came to the Novaks, though he doubted Lily could get away with as much wildness as her brother. "Paying him off seems unnecessary when he gets to fuck you," Carlos said as he kissed Gael back, his good arm going around his waist. Three days. He didn't honestly see what three days mattered, but if he did rip his stitches...he was pretty sure everyone would know how, and so he endured.

"When rehearsals get started again he probably won't be wasting your time with that." It was, after all, the O'Neill - a selection that meant his sister was grumpily waiting tables and snatching catering gigs this winter, something he heard about pretty much every opportunity.

He set the table, though, as Gael disappeared into the bathroom, and after some consideration, went to the fridge to pull three ciders out, opening one and taking a drink when there was a light knock at the door. He smiled inwardly before he set it down and went to let Sebastian Novak in.

He really was very, very pretty, he thought as he opened the door. And knew it. "Ah," he said out loud, though as he let the younger man in. "I feel like I should swear that I've been obeying doctor's orders, given you talked to Gael today." Of course, Bas wasn't a doctor yet. And mostly he'd looked amused when he'd spelled that one out.

He still looked amused, as Carlos handed him a drink. "Mm, no, given the tenor of our conversation today, I'm absolutely sure you've been following the them to the letter," he said. He glanced towards the bathroom, where he could hear the shower, before looking back at Carlos again. The so-called soft Suits were brimming with attractive people. Carlos was one of the few he wasn't sort of related to. Gael Shaw was another. "Your boyfriend has creative ideas," he said as the shower went off. "I'm kind of amazed he got them all out before Sarah could come out of the bathroom and possibly pitch a fit."

His cousin had a tendency to forget a few things, really. Like the fact that he was only three years younger, and the fact that he'd just finished his medical education at Cambridge. And the fact that he had a considerable amount of sex in his life.

One of these days, Gael thought as he got of the shower and put the douche away, he was going to bring sets of his clothes over to this damn apartment. Of course, there wasn't much reason for underwear, really....and well. Whatever, he thought, Carlos' sleep pants had draw strings and he could roll them a little at the waist band to shorten them up. Besides, he wasn't intending to wear them all night- or long, actually as he could hear two voices in the other room.

pulling on the sleep pants he scrubbed his hair mostly dry by the time he made it out to the living area. Smiling he looked at Bas and then Carlos before he moved closer to the pair to picked up his own cider. "Well, everyone's here, I guess that means we can eat." He'd picked lighter fair for himself, mostly because he had no desire for it to go rushing through his system if the night went long.

"And Sarah couldn't possibly pitch a fit, I'm far too charming for that." He promised, though...boyfriend. He'd not thought to use that word in relation to Carlos before. Boyfriend. It was not something he thought he'd correct, right now at least. "And it doesn't matter how creative I am, tonight. This is for him....also because your lot deemed it fit to deny me sex for ten days. Surely seven has been long enough."

"Sarah can pitch whatever fits she feels like," Bas murmured before he sat down next to Gael and grinned, a charming grin that wouldn't have been out of place on Gael's face. "She likes to tell me that it's her prerogative, having been surrounded by terminally charming men since birth." That at least, was true. His uncle and his dad had very different brands of charm, but they were both lethal with it. So was Uncle Elisha, and Ty could charm people when he felt like it. Gael, naturally, could charm someone made from stone. And then, of course, there was Carlos. Not exactly overt with it, but he had a way of watching people. They'd never flirted - Bas had some idea that as Hadyn's nephew, Carlos had mostly considered him off-limits - but he'd seen it done.

"Also, I don't make the rules when it comes to healing time. If I did, the stitches would be out, darling. All the more fun, you know," he added, and a dimple flickered in his cheek as Carlos laughed softly on his other side.

"Don't take it out on Bas," he said to Gael. "Besides, tonight should tide you over, mi amor, until you can have your way again."

They didn't linger over dinner, and didn't linger over what dishes there were before Gael let the way to the bedroom, with Carlos bringing up the rear, watching both younger men with hungry eyes as he settled heavily on the bed. "Gael, I think Sebastian has too many clothes. "

"I wouldn't dream of taking something out on my guest." Gael said, turning as he led them into the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, and raised a bit of a brow at Carlos, before he reached out and caught Bas by the hand and pulled him up closer to him. In a brief thought, he almost missed having Ollie as a partner- if only because he wasn't always the shortest in the room. Even if Ollie was still taller than him.

He reached up, though, pulling Bas down into a kiss, before his hands moved down to the hem of his shirt. He pulled away from the kiss as he pulled the shirt up and over Bas' head and dropped it off to the side. Leaning in he kissed Bas' bare chest than then again and again as he started working on the man's jeans. He worked the button loose and then unzipped them before he pushed them and his boxers down to the floor for Bas to step out of.

"I don't think that is a problem any more," he murmured, looking over at Carlos before he reached up to run his hand through Bas' hair, pulling him down for another kiss as he did so.

While Gael pulled his clothes away, Bas glanced at Carlos - Carlos was the one in charge of this, Gael had told him as much - before he pulled the tie loose of the pants Gael wore and let them drop to the floor as they kissed. He tugged Gael a bit closer as he kissed him again, his hand sliding over smooth skin as he deepened the kiss. Deepened it until there was another word from the bed.

"Stop," Carlos said. He'd managed to unbutton his shirt while he'd watched the Gael and Sebastian and his jeans were unfastened, his hand tucked inside as he stroked himself through his underwear. "Gael, on your knees," he murmured as his hand moved on his cock. "Suck him off, but don't let him come yet, cariño."

He was disappointed when Carlos told him to stop kissing the man in front of him. He'd started to really enjoy the feeling of Bas pressed in close to him, hands roaming over his body as his fingers tangled up in that hair. But then he was given his marching orders, and Gael made a bit of an assenting noise before he kissed Bas on last time before he started to make a path down the other man's chest and abs before Gael found himself on his knees.

He wrapped his hand around Bas' cock, pumping the semi-hard member a little before he caught the tip of it between his lips and sucked on it. His hand started to pump the cock as he sucked on the tip, coaxing it into a stiff state before he reached up with his other hand to fondle the man's balls. Eventually his swallowed more of Bas' cock, working it over as he teased, sucked and licked Bas' rod until it was stiff as a rod.

Sebastian arched his eyebrow in an expression unconsciously reminiscent of his mother - a woman who'd been known to wither people with just such a look - but he wasn't going to object to a blow job. And, he thought as Gael slipped gracefully to his knees, he couldn't really object to this picture, either. He watched Gael through his lashes before flicking sharp blue eyes back at Carlos. He recognized that he was something of a stand in for the man on the bed, and he didn't really mind. Both Carlos and Gael were sexy as hell, and Bas had never been one to back down from a challenge of any kind. But he rather hoped there was going to be a repeat later, once Carlos Sanchez had recovered.

From the smirk on Carlos face, either he could tell what Bas was thinking, or he was having similar thoughts. Maybe both, he thought as he tugged a bit on Gael's hair. "I do believe," he said in a slightly amused tone, "that Carlos wants me to fuck you, darling. While you do something to take care of that problem in his pants. But if you rip a stitch, remember. I wasn't here."

Mm, Sebastian Novak was a purely delicious human being sometimes. Gael pulled away, a well groomed brow arched up as he tipped his head away from Sebastian enough that he could vaguely see Carlos on the bed. "Well, why should I give him what he wants when he keeps tell me no?" He asked in a slight pout. It would have been easy for most people to assume Gael was saying no, but perhaps for Carlos.

Getting to his feet though, he looked Bas over for a moment, before looking at Carlos. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he reached up to slide his arm around Bas's neck as he turned back to give him a deep, hungry kiss as he groped at Bas' ass. He took his time enjoying the man in front of him, moving them slowly closer to the bed before he pulled away and whispered in Bas' ear- "Though, really....You should try it first. His cock is delicious, my pet, and deserves your devotion while here. And you want him, don't you? You want to taste him...."

Though, really, he should have asked how Bas felt about ropes and such before all this. Still, he pulled away from the other man before directing him toward Carlos as he stepped back. "Go on, pet."

Carlos watched Gael and Bas kiss - he was only human, frankly - before he cast his eyes at the ceiling. "Mm, there's two of them," he said. By which he meant two charming, gorgeous men used to getting their way. He really should have known, he thought. Of course...he didn't really object to this, no matter how many times he'd told Gael no in the last week.

"Oh, he has been a good patient," Sebastian was saying as he pulled back from the kiss, though the hand he'd slipped between their bodies still was idly stroking Gael's cock. "Gold star. But, you know, abstaining didn't mean you couldn't be a bit creative about things," he added, looking over at Carlos before he gave Gael another sharp kiss. "You just have to be careful about it."

He was just fine with demonstrating, he thought. Though he didn't really think Gael Shaw really needed him to demonstrate anything sexual, ever. Still, he was of the opinion that Carlos needed to loosen up a little bit. Bas suspected that Carlos had resigned himself to mostly being in a spectator role tonight, and honestly. It was hardly necessary - and hardly what he or Gael wanted.

He kneeled on the bed. "Mm, I do want you," he said to Carlos as he eased his jeans and soft cotton boxer briefs down until his cock jutted out. He gave it a light lick. "I was so disappointed, you know, when I came home from Cambridge and both of you were tangled up with each other."

Carlos exhaled, slipping his fingers into Sebastian's dark hair as the younger man licked his cock again. "Come watch," he murmured to Gael. He didn't want Gael standing to one side while Sebastian Novak went down on him. He wanted Gael right there with him.

"We weave a tangled web, my pet." Gael murmured, glancing once at Carlos as he watched the newest man to the trio climb into the bed. He moaned a little watching Bas lap at Carlos' cock, biting his lower lip for a moment.

Oh, he was hardly going to stay to one side, but Gael also clearly had something up his sleeve as he pulled away from the bed slowly with a finger against his lips and a smile in his eyes. Moving to their stash of toys, Gael a found a vibrating butt plug and a remote. There was even one with a bunny tail- not one of his, but he imagined someone might have given it to Carlos as a bit of a lark once. Maybe. But he figured he might as well bring it too.

It could please him. He even grabbed the rope and a blindfold before he started back to the bed, setting the items just to the side before he climbed up and slowly over to his lover. "Pick one," he whispered against Carlos' lips as he leaned in to catch them in a kiss. "One for him, and one for me.....Why rush to the finish line." They had, after all, all night to fuck. And there was so much more kissing to have first. "Or maybe you'd like one for yourself? I could get you one too..."

The day Gael didn't have something up his sleeve, Carlos thought, groaning a bit as Sebastian Novak swallowed his cock, was likely the day the world ended for all of them. He resisted the urge to chuckle, though, as he saw what came to the bed. The bunny tail had been a gag gift, and he'd never used it.

He turned his head, kissing Gael back and knowing that Bas had lifted those sharp blue eyes to watch as he sucked him. "Bring another one," he whispered against Gael's lips. "And a dildo, darling." He wasn't sure which of them he wanted to use it on, yet, but it was early yet.

Bas's expression was a bit suspicious as he watched Gael slip off the bed again, but he just chuckled against Carlos' cock, wringing another moan from the other man. "How many toys do you have?" He asked as he pulled off. "Abstinence must have been killing you, love. Can't have you raising your stress levels needlessly, you know." He sucked the head back in, and Carlos tipped his head back with another groan as he sank his fingers into Bas's hair and twisted a bit. Definitely the bunny tail for Sebastian Novak, he thought, and he tipped his head to whisper that to Gael as he came back to the bed. The boy needed something to cut through that smug confidence.

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Gael was happy enough to find another plug and dildo for the man. He wanted to ensure that he was, after all, content...so he might have done a little over kill and brought Carlos a selection to choose from- various sizes and styles. Dropping them down beside Carlos, he also raised a brow at Bas.

"Oh, I think we have a collection enough to last us for days and still have toys we'd not played with yet. Part of the spice really," he said lightly, fingers trailing lightly down Carlos' leg after he picked up the bunny tail as the man indicated and moved around the bed. Finding the lube, he slicked the toy up before he trailed slick fingers down across Bas' ass before teasing his hole playfully.

"Please don't tell me you are toy show- or rather....maybe you should. It would be a little more exciting for him." He teased as he eased a finger in slowly as he leaned in to kiss the other man's ass cheek softly before he nipped at it.

Carlos shook his head a bit at the veritable pile of dildos - most of which were Gael's, frankly - before he turned his attention to the pair between his legs. Sebastian had pulled back and was stroking his cock with one hand as he looked over his shoulder at Gael. He suspected, really, that Bas was learning what Carlos already was well aware of: Carlos might be the top, but Gael was usually the one pulling the strings.

Not always, of course. But most of the time.

For his part, Bas gave Gael a bit of an appraising look before he eyed the bunny tail plug in his hand with a very slight smirk. "Mm, all my dreams of a career as a Playboy bunny are coming true," he said as he rubbed his thumb over the slit of Carlos' cock, his lips curling up more when he heard a few muttered words of Spanish. He bent his head again to give Carlos' cock a light kiss. "As it happens," he said, "I'm not a toy virgin. Or any kind of virgin, really, but I have this suspicion that you have some things in that drawer I haven't played with yet." The last word ended on a gasp as Gael's finger slid into his ass, and he arched back slightly.

"Probably," Carlos said from the head of the bed, and his finger tugged sharply on Bas's hair, bringing his head back around. "I know Gael's extremely distracting, Sebastian," he purred, "but I'm feeling neglected, and ultimately that'll upset him, you know."

"Will it?" Bas said with a soft laugh infused with a little bit of a moan. "Well, darling, we can't have either one of those things," he murmured as he took Carlos back into his mouth."

Well, Carlos did have a point Gael thought as he looked over Bas' body to the man leaning against the headboard on the bed. It would be disappointing if Bas wasn't able to properly multitask during sex, though he really rather doubted it all things considered. He leaned in and give the man's ass cheek a lewd lick of Carlos benefit before he lowered himself to his knees and deftly caught the tip of Bas' cock between his lips as he played with the man's ass.

Staying there he rather enjoyed himself for a while- licking and cocking on the man's cock before he pushed himself up to his feet again before he pushed the butt plug in, and made sure it was properly seated. He even fluffed it a little, twisting it from one side then the other as he teased Sebastian. He only stopped, really, when Carlos made a motion for him to get back in touching range.

"I wouldn't expect you to have been a virgin to either," he said, as if remembering the conversation finally, crawling onto the bed and laying his head against Carlos' stomach. "And well...you're welcome to look- find something you want to try. So long as you follow the rules, of course."

And as long as he didn't try to bring out the one thing that was, perhaps for a long time yet, not allowed. He'd have to let Carlos deal with that mess if it came about. For now, he thought as he slide closer to Carlos' cock, he was more focused on giving his attention to his lovers. When Bas pulled away, Gael's tongue lapped up the length of Carlos' cock, teasing the head a little before he wrapped his lips around it and swallowed it.

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