It was a misnomer, really, that Gael was a submissive man. He enjoyed giving up control, in a manner...because he still held a great deal of it in his hands at any given time. He was confident in that.

Getting himself sorted, he let Carlos pull him along down the street, laughing as they went. His mood from earlier had, in some manner, evaporated in the course of the day. He content, if not happy, and for now that was good enough.

They wound their way back through the districts until they were pushing through Carlos' apartment door. Closing the door behind them, Gael playfully ducked out of the way of a kiss before raising a brow at Carlos.

"I feel like I need a shower," he said, slowly peeling his shirt up and over his head as he walked backwards toward the bedroom. "After that whole....liaison in the club. I just think...I'm a little filthy, don't you think?"