He would have laughed if he'd known the direction of Gael's thoughts. He wasn't sure why he was so fond of Spanish. It was Felipe's language, after all. They hadn't really spoken it much at home, because Bethany didn't speak it, but they had all become fluent largely because it was something of a secret code. Spanish wasn't the most popular language on the Deck; it wasn't refined enough for snobbish Deck parents.

His eyelids lowered as he watched Gael suck him off, and his hands tightened in his hair, urging him on as he grew harder. It wasn't as fast as it had been before, and by the time Gael pulled back, Carlos wasn't so desperate. But that was all the better, really. He didn't want this to be a fast fuck. "Try to turn onto your knees," he said, back to English again as he found the lube Gael had used earlier. He tugged the beads slowly out of Gael's ass and unfastened the ring around his balls before he slicked his cock. It was slippery already with spit, and probably wasn't necessary, but he planned to fuck Gael nearly raw.

A little extra was in order, he thought as he pressed the head of his cock against Gael's ass. "Mm, how much do you want me fucking you right now?"