"You really have to ask, cheri?" He asked, before leaning in to catch Carlos' lips in his own again. He lifted his hips up and worked his jeans down off his hips enough to expose his ass. He didn't had lube with him, though, and as he pulled back from his kiss he leaned over to the side to wet a hand with spit before gliding it over the cock beneath him.

He lowered himself down on the cock beneath him. He was slow in his movements, hissing against Carlos' lips before he whispered softly in French to the man he slowly rode up and down. He grinned, even against the man's lips kissing him as they moved.

The pace picked up over time, but every time Carlos grew impatient and tried to thrust up- Gael nipped harshly at his lip as he lifted his own hips up. He'd admonish him in French, before gently kissing away the sharp pain of the nip. He was gentle, really, in his movements. Only working his pace up to a faster pace when Carlos' breathing started to get more haggard.

He pulled Carlos' hand down to pump his cock as he rode Carlos' faster. It was only a few minutes then, before he was grabbing Carlos and pulling the man close and ramming their mouths together to keep from crying out loudly as he came into the man's hand.