"You're going to kill me," Carlos managed as he let Gael push him onto his back. Let, though really his arms were still recovering from being tied together at his back for so long. His breath caught as Gael reached under him to twist the plug still embedded in him, and hissed out in a short stream of Spanish. "Eres puro mal," he managed, and he flexed one hand before gingerly lifting his arm to curve around Gael's hips. Only loosely, there were too many pinprick sensations along his arm for much of a grip.

That was probably what Gael had in mind, he thought, fixing his eyes on Gael's face. Well, he'd let him take control, and this was what he got. He wet his lips as Gael straddled him, taking him inside, and his hips arched up just a little as his lover began to move. "Come down here and kiss me," he said. Usually, it was an order, but this time it was an almost sweet request.