After an hour, it was a wonder that Carlos was going to last a few minutes, and as Gael rode him as slowly and steadily as he might if they'd only been on the bed for minutes. His self-control was good, Carlos thought; he'd honed it not just with sexual partners but with the circumstances of his adult life, and it too a lot to bring him to the edge. Gael's, he had to admit, was better - at least in this. "Please," he murmured as Gael leaned down to give him his kiss. His hips bucked up, hard and sharp into Gael, though it was still Gael who had most of the control here.

Feeling and use was returning to his arms, and he reached up with the other, cupping his hand around the nape of Gael's neck as they kissed and moved together. And it only took minutes, really, before he was crying out against Gael's lips and spilling deep inside him. Not much longer, he could feel hot spurts against his abdomen, and his eyes opened slightly to watch Gael as he came.

He lay on the bed like that for a few minutes, waiting for his breath to slow as Gael sprawled on top of him, and then arched slightly up so he could pull the plug from his ass and toss it to the side with the dildo.

He hadn't been joking when he'd said turnabout was fair play, but while Gael had talked to him in French in the bedroom almost the entire time they were together, Carlos had rarely spoken Spanish beyond endearments. Of course, Spanish was increasingly common on the Deck. It could be that Gael knew some already.

"De pies a cabeza, mm? Tráeme primero un paño. Entonces, la cuerda roja, por favor."

If Gael wanted to be bound from head to toe, that could be arranged.