There was a certain delicious irony, Carlos thought as he looked down at the blue ropes tightening across his chest, in Gael binding him exactly in the way he'd planned to tie the other man. He'd have to come up with something different, when it was his turn. He wasn't though, thinking of next time now. Not with Gael pumping his cock until the ring was almost painfully tight around it, and not with that stream of French in his ear.
He really should have made an actual effort to learn French, he thought, leaning in as best as he could in his position to try to catch Gael in a deeper kiss. But of course, he had little leverage, tied up as he was. It was easy enough for Gael to move away, and Carlos' hands curled into fists behind his back as he watched Gael walk back across the room, the dildo still buried in him. He wanted to fuck him; he wanted to tie him up, his arms bound to his chest, press him into the mattress and just take him. But he wanted to see what Gael had in mind, too.
There was a little skeptical look in Carlos' eyes when Gael turned around again. It had been years, really, since anything had gone up his ass. He was good enough at topping that most of his partners hadn't wanted to switch. Still, he thought better of of protesting as Gael moved behind him, slick fingers slipping into his ass as Gael purred French behind him again. Carlos closed his eyes, groaning just a bit when those stroking fingers were replaced with cool glass. It wasn't quite comfortable, and he breathed carefully as Gael shifted again, his eyes opening to hot, green slits that he fixed on Gael's face as the other man worked his cock.
His lips curved into a very slight smirk as Gael tugged him by the hair towards his cock. That French, he understood. He probably would understand that in any number of languages. "Oui," he murmured, the single word blowing breath across Gael's cock a moment before he took it inside his mouth - though for the moment, only the head, just enough for him to swirl his tongue over the tip and watch Gael's face for the reaction.
Only when he was satisfied with the look on Gael's face did he lean closer, taking him deeper and sucking harder. The plug shifted inside his ass as he moved, and he groaned a bit, his fingers flexing behind his back with the desire to run them over Gael's hips and hold him where he wanted him. Later, he thought as he backed off Gael's cock and licked the length of it before taking it back inside again. Later, he'd have Gael any way they pleased.
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He really should have made an actual effort to learn French, he thought, leaning in as best as he could in his position to try to catch Gael in a deeper kiss. But of course, he had little leverage, tied up as he was. It was easy enough for Gael to move away, and Carlos' hands curled into fists behind his back as he watched Gael walk back across the room, the dildo still buried in him. He wanted to fuck him; he wanted to tie him up, his arms bound to his chest, press him into the mattress and just take him. But he wanted to see what Gael had in mind, too.
There was a little skeptical look in Carlos' eyes when Gael turned around again. It had been years, really, since anything had gone up his ass. He was good enough at topping that most of his partners hadn't wanted to switch. Still, he thought better of of protesting as Gael moved behind him, slick fingers slipping into his ass as Gael purred French behind him again. Carlos closed his eyes, groaning just a bit when those stroking fingers were replaced with cool glass. It wasn't quite comfortable, and he breathed carefully as Gael shifted again, his eyes opening to hot, green slits that he fixed on Gael's face as the other man worked his cock.
His lips curved into a very slight smirk as Gael tugged him by the hair towards his cock. That French, he understood. He probably would understand that in any number of languages. "Oui," he murmured, the single word blowing breath across Gael's cock a moment before he took it inside his mouth - though for the moment, only the head, just enough for him to swirl his tongue over the tip and watch Gael's face for the reaction.
Only when he was satisfied with the look on Gael's face did he lean closer, taking him deeper and sucking harder. The plug shifted inside his ass as he moved, and he groaned a bit, his fingers flexing behind his back with the desire to run them over Gael's hips and hold him where he wanted him. Later, he thought as he backed off Gael's cock and licked the length of it before taking it back inside again. Later, he'd have Gael any way they pleased.