"No," Carlos said, as he met Gael's lips in a hungry kiss, "but I like to." It was one of the things that hardly anyone expected of him; for a man who was quiet most of the time, Carlos liked to talk during sex. He liked being able to drive a lover a little crazy with his voice in their ear.

He groaned as Gael lowered himself onto his cock. It was hot and even tighter than it would normally be, asnd his eyes went nearly black with lust as he watched Gael through his lashes. He couldn't stop himself from trying to take control - it was just how he was made - but there was a little smile when Gael wouldn't let him. Maybe they should play this way a little more often, he thought as he subsided. There was something even sexier about Gael bossing him around. Which wasn't to say he wasn't going to make him pay for it, very soon.

His fingers drove into Gael's hair as Gael came around him, and that was all he needed to go over the edge, moaning into the sloppy, rough kiss as he came. It was a few minutes more before he shifted Gael off him and went to get something to clean themselves up before righting their clothes and slipping back out of the club.

"My place," he said, and this time he was the one tugging Gael down the street.