There was something decadent about just laying there, idly twisting the rope around his hand as Gael cleaned every inch of his skin. "Sí," he murmured, before glancing at where both toys had rolled to the floor, and his lips curved in a smirk. "Lo mismo que te hizo el consolador, mi amor." Yes, turnabout really was fair play, and he really was not going to speak a word of English.

When Gael was done, though, Carlos took the rag from him, setting it aside. "Siéntate ahí mismo, he said, and pushed at Gael's shoulders before started at his feet before winding the rope up over his legs - less a tie and more a wrap. "
Brazos delante, mi corazón," he ordered, and nudged Gael's arms in position before finishing, binding Gael's arms to his thighs and leaning back to admire for a moment.

"¿Qué debo hacerte ahora?" He said, tapping his hand against his own chin for a moment before he tipped his head to one side, as if asking Gael to answer.