Time stopped, really. It had to have stopped from the moment that Carlos told him that he had him until he was spurting hot, sticky cum over the other man's hand and across his slick stomach in what was one of the hardest orgasms he'd had in a long while. He lost, then all ability to do two things- hold himself up and to be quieter. It was perhaps lucky for some that they did not have thin walls in the castle.

It was only moments after that that Carlos was burying his face in Gael's hair as his grip on Gael grew tighter, holding him as close as he could as he thrusted up into his own orgasm. Cock still buried deep, Carlos pulled Gael down with him when he collapsed on the bed and Gael hardly had the power in him to protest. He could feel the cum deep inside, the other man's cock twitching as if it were still pumping that hot, milky fluid into his depths.

"Je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas ... mm, embrasse-moi. Je pense que je t'aime, merci de m'embrasser." He murmured, fighting to keep his eyes from drifting shut. It would be, after all, most unwise to fall asleep while tied up as such.