Gael thought moving was going to require much more effort than it really did. But he did manage it after he caught his breath. He watched idly as Carlos toss the plug away, smirking a little as he combed his fingers through Carlos' hair as he slowly pushed himself up to look down at Carlos. The Spanish was, well....fair. Even if he had no idea what the hell the man was saying. Well, red. And possibly something to clean himself with. The red was probably the rope....Mm.

"As you wish," he purred all the same, leaning in to kiss Carlos once more before sliding off him and the bed. He started with getting a damp rag to clean them both up, before stopped to collect the red rope. He didn't know if the rag was wanted, but Gael didn't see how it could hurt. "Shall I wipe you down? Though really...." He said, glancing over at the butt plug on the floor. "Did you have to abuse it so? Whatever did it do to you, my love?" He asked, even as he set the rope aside and started to clean away the cum and lube away from Carlos' body.