Gael groaned when Carlos tugged on the ring, causing him to bite his lip as his head fell back against the man's shoulder. That groan became a moan in short order though, with Carlos' words mingling with the buzz of desire as he pushed against one of the beads inside of him. And then he was told to beg...and oh how did he love to beg.

"S'il vous plaît, monsieur, laissez-moi aspirer votre bite. S'il vous plaît. Jusqu'à ce qu'il soit difficile et exigeant de m'abuser." He murmured, his hips pushing back against the thumb that teased his ass. Everything had been so terribly gentle tonight thus far, and Gael was ready for something that was raw, rough and hard. He honestly wanted to be so exhausted he didn't know if he could ever move again. "Permettez-moi de sucer votre bite, monsieur. Je t'en supplie..."

"Please," he said with a soft whine as he turned his pale blue eyes toward Carlos. "I'll do anything...if you'll let me lick your cock, to suck you off. I need to."