Gael really begged so prettily, Carlos thought. His cock hardened at those words - words he knew, by now. They hadn't done exactly this, but Gael had begged him in French enough times now that Carlos' vocabulary had expanded a bit. Not in ways that were very useful outside the bedroom, but, really - it turned out that's where French came in the most handy.

"Cualquier cosa es algo peligroso que prometer," he murmured, but he didn't feel the need to translate it. Gael was game for almost everything. A few less things since Patrick, but still far more than almost anyone else would allow, and Carlos had yet to come up with anything that had made Gael balk.

He leaned back against the headboard and turned Gael around. Tied as he was, Carlos had to move him around like a doll, and he smirked a bit as his fingers sank into Gael's hair and he guided him to his lap. "¿Quieres que sea áspero? Que sea bueno, neno."