"That almost sounds like a challenge, darling," Carlos said as he poured himself more wine and took a sip. Somehow he'd expected Gael to choose one of the more elaborate toys, but there was something to be said for a classic - and personally, he enjoyed wrapping rope around Gael almost as much as he liked fucking him. It had been, he remembered, the first thing he'd picked up in Gael's old bedroom.

"Cake," he said, though, in response to Gael's question. His lips twitched a little. "Chocolate cake, hopefully with chocolate frosting or ganache. Both, if you really, really like me. Hadyn tried making me one for my eighteenth birthday, but it didn't go well, so he just has one delivered from a bakery every year now." His mother made a great devil's food, he thought, though he'd rarely gotten it for a birthday. He and Victoria's were at the same time, and Vicki liked lemon.