It would be easy for him to tell Gael he wouldn't ever hurt him - and that was true as well, he'd hurt himself before he did that. It was less easy to make Gael believe that, and he wouldn't guess that Gael would have trusted him so easily. But his mind wasn't on that so much as the picture Gael made in front of him. It was such a pretty one, one he'd carry with him on any nights he spent alone.

"No," he said, and that was a word that was the same in all three languages. "Tendré que enseñarte." He was unknowingly echoing Gael's French from earlier, though unlike Gael - he broke briefly back into English. Only fair, since Gael evidently knew Spanish even less than Carlos knew French. "I said, what should I do with you now? Creo que tengo una idea." He rose from the bed and moved to the drawer again, shifting through the contents before he found what he wanted, and came back with a set of beads in one hand that had a cock ring attached to one end.

"Inclinación hacia delante," he said as he settled behind Gael and pressed him forward onto his knees with a hand to his back. "Hermoso," he murmured as he pressed them inside Gael's ass and then fastened the ring around the base of his balls. "Muy hermoso."