wickerpark | the emotional support meme

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the emotional support meme

Everyone has bad days. Everyone needs a little support, someone to listen to their woes or just silently hug them and not mind tears or emotional ranting. What reason is life crushing you today? How will you cope with it?

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc in the subject.
2. Roll a number between 1-20 with the RGN for a prompt.
3. Reply to other comments and play the scenario out!
4. Bring tissues.

prompts

1. LOST SOMETHING You lost something important: this could be a person, a family heirloom, or your job… something big or small, it still affects you personally. Can you find it, or get a new job, or find some way to fill the gap in your chest?

2. LITTLE THINGS Little things have been building up: bills, annoying neighbors, your cat is hiding from you, coworkers being jerks. They’re not huge by themselves, but can be when put together. Can you solve them one by one? Or all at once?

3. DEATH Someone near you recently died. It could be someone you loved, someone you hated, a friend or enemy but death is never easy to get over, from funeral arrangements to regrets. Having someone there for you helps, though.

4. BAD DAY It’s just been a bad day. Someone yelled at you, a car splashed mud all over you, you woke up late, and your milk went sour. Can someone cheer you up?

5. LONELY One of the hardest things to get over is being lonely. It either takes a lot of personal strength or the strength of yourself and someone else combined. Can you see that you are not alone, or will someone be able to show you?

6. DECISION MAKING You need help making a big decision: something important, something that could change your life and the life of others around you.

7. INJURY Anything from tripping to getting into a car accident is never fun, and sometimes, you need some help getting over your injuries, but that is what friends and family helping you out and giving some tender loving care are for.

8. DISAPPOINTMENT You were hoping to get or achieve something, but didn’t, and now you have to live with the disappointment. Can someone help you see the bright side of things and get back up to fight again?

9. FIGHT You had a huge fight with someone involving fists, words, throwing things, or anything else a fight might entail, and are left emotionally distraught. Can someone comfort you, and maybe bandage up your wounds too?

10. EXHAUSTION You have either not been sleeping well, have a lot on your mind, too many responsibilities… and it is all weighing down on you. Do you have someone to vent at or someone who can distract you or convince you to relax?

11. JUDGMENT Someone criticized you, and it wasn’t the healthy kind either. Those always hurt the worst, but surely someone will convince you it’s not true.

12. MISSING SOMEONE There isn’t much you can do about someone being on a long trip, moving away, or wanting an ex back, but maybe it would help if someone was there to miss and remember them along with you.

13. FORGOTTEN You have been feeling neglected and forgotten lately, for no reason at all, or maybe there is one. Is there someone to stop this feeling?

14. BROKE UP Ending a relationship is never easy. Sometimes it’s for a good reason, other times it’s a mistake, but it happens anyways. You still need someone around to help you adjust to being single again, maybe convince you to celebrate.

15. JOB DEMANDS No matter what industry you are in, sometimes, it’s sucks. Audits? Mountains of paperwork? Insane hours? It can make you really hate a job and need a little support to muscle through it until you can find a better one.

16. DEPRESSION Then there is just… everything and you get stuck into a rut you can’t get out of and it’s a deeper issue. Can someone convince you to get professional help or get onto a regiment that will work for you?

17. FAMILY They can be the biggest support system a person can have, or sometimes they are the cause of all the problems of the world. Can you work the issues out, or will you need support from an outside source?

18. ILLNESS From a cold to an illness that has kept you in the hospital for months, it’s nice to know that people are thinking of you and wishing the best through bowls of soup, flowers, get-well cards, and more. Best of all are those who come to visit.

19. SELF-ESTEEM Not everyone is as confident as they wish to be, or as the person next to them. Sometimes, life just gives you blow after blow. Is there someone near by who can help lift your spirits and renew your fighting spirit?

20. WILD CARD Is there another scenario you had in mind? Was there something we missed? Roll again or make up your own adventure!

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Carlos tipped his head to one side, smirking a bit. "Well, she's seen me naked before, quiero, and it probably wasn't that impressive." To be fair, they'd been ten.

"You never actually get caught when you're the most powerful man in the Deck," Carlos said dryly, though, as his fingers tightened around Gael's. "So probably someone saw them but never dared say a word publically. Just behind closed doors so everyone knows anyway. I think you should get that tattoo, though," he said. "And by the time that's done..."

The options would be a bit opened up, really.

"Tattoo it is..." Gael said with smirk as he turned and started to walk again. He led them down the paths, before they opened up into the square near the Diamond district. Ink Well was there, Mathis Richter's shop was there. The man was even sat outside smoking as they approached, glancing up at them curiously before Gael pulled out his phone to show him the design.

"Yeah," he said, standing as he took the phone. "I could do it. Let me get it drawn up, yeah?"

It was a several hours later, and deep into the night before they were done with the tattoo- which were the masks. Gael had decided on the right pelvic side. He'd had to hold his cock in a hand, and out of the way as Mathis worked. Though it had led to a lengthy conversation about genital piercings between the three of them. Gael admitted that he always thought it was interesting....but hadn't ever convinced himself to go for it.

When they were done, Gael was admiring it in the mirror before covering it and sorting himself out so they could leave after he paid.

"Well....I've been inked." He said as they stepped outside. "I rather fancy that a lot. Though, it is a bit sexual almost."

Carlos laughed a bit. Gael wasn't wrong - it had been sexual. Carlos had sat beside him as Mathis worked, and there eyes had met whenever the tattoo gun was worked close to the bone where the pain was the sharpest. Between that and watching Gael with his hand wrapped around his cock, Carlos was nearly ready to see what happened if an Eight and a Seven were caught on the Green. "It's not always sexual, but then I haven't tattooed myself in quite the same place." The most painful had be the one on his ribcage, and there was nothing sexual when Tania inked him, frankly. On the other hand, he was fairly sure that Mathis would have closed up if he and Gael had invited him out.

"It suits you," he said, though, as he pulled Gael in for a kiss that was far less sweet than the one they'd shared on the Green, and more sensual. "Well, it's certainly late now," he murmured. "Carnivale will be getting interesting about this time."

He didn't know if it was really wise to run off to a club, but he was in a giving mood. He was also in an adventurous mood. So he smiled as he pulled away from that kiss and groaned a little turned. He'd much rather have gone home, he thought, and fallen in bed with the man he was tugging along down the street.

"Carnivale it is, cheri. Not that I'm dressed for it, mind you. I usually prefer to be a bit more done up, but you've chosen." He said, leading Carlos through the streets and across town until they could hear the music of the club. But he turned and smirked as they got inside, pulling Carlos along with him toward the dance floor as he started to move his hips with the sound of the music.

Fine, he thought, if he couldn't have sex right now? He'd make certain that Carlos wanted nothing more than to rip his clothing off the second they were in some privacy. His hips moved as he turned and leaned back into Carlos, his hips pushing back to grind against the other man as they danced.

If Carlos had known what was in Gael's mind, he would have been a bit bemused at the notion of Gael being the one who wanted to go to bed...and him being the one who wanted to dance. But as Gael had admitted himself, there was plenty that could be accomplished in the darkness of a club, and Carlos hadn't been shy for a few years.

"Next time, darling," he said as they gained entrance to the club and headed for the dance floor. It was Latin music, of the most overtly sensual type, and Carlos lightly pulled Gael back against him, careful not to press against the tender skin where his new tattoo was. He arched slightly as their hips moved together.

"Trying to make sure we don't stay long?" He murmured in Gael's ear as his hand slid down to cup Gael's cock through his jeans. "Should we see which one of us breaks first?"

Gael's cock was still semi-hard, really, from being cupped in his hand and pulled out of the way while his tattoo was going on. He reached up to loop an arm around the Carlos' neck as he laughed softly at Carlos' words.

"Honestly, I think we know who'll break first. I'm not afraid of being arrested by the Diamond guards for indecent exposure either." He said as he turned to whisper. "Of course, we can stay all night long....There are dark corners around here, and honestly. I've seen a blowjobs in the dark halls before." Well, maybe not here- but other places.

Dropping his other hand down onto Carlos' hand as it rubbed at his dick through his jeans. He guided it up and down a little, before his hand slipped under Carlos' and carefully unsnapped his jeans and unzipped them before guiding Carlos' hand in. Glancing over, he could see a few dancing turning to watch them, a few with a bit of surprise on their faces. Gael only flicked his tongue out at them, lapping at the air before his hand rested over where Carlos' disappeared into his jeans.

"Frankly," he said in a murmur against Carlos' ear, "I don't think we'd make it back home at the moment. Which is a shame. I was looking forward to playing with those ropes tonight."

"Well, I suppose it'd be a bit embarrassing to be brought before their captain. He's insufferable, you know." But then, his tendency to just not care in certain circumstances had had Ty throwing his hands up in frustration before.

He scraped his teeth against the side of Gael's neck as he stroked his cock inside his jeans. "We're young," he said. "Who's to say we can't do both?" He tugged him backwards, further into the shadows. He didn't much care about the eyes on them - some of them more jealous than shocked - but he had a possessive streak, he thought. He managed to keep it under control most of the time, but there were certain things he didn't want an entire club experiencing.

Carlos moved to the music, still pressed against Gael's ass, and smirked as Gael writhed against him. "Maybe when I get you home I'll tie you up and put you on your knees," he purred. "With the red rope. You look good in red."

"He is a bit of a dick, isn't he?" Gael agreed with a laugh before moaned a little as Carlos' hand pumped slowly up and down. Everyone else was starting to melt away as Carlos started to manuaver them back out of the main flow of the club and into the darker corners.

"You're going to tie me up?" He said with a laugh as he glanced over their shoulders and pulled Carlos' hand from his pants so that he could turn. He pulled Carlos down into a wet, hungry kiss as he walked the man back toward a booth that was empty and nestled into the dark corner of the club.

"Sit," he said, pushing Carlos back before he slipped over the other man's legs and straddled him on the booth's bench. "I expect to be tied up, and fucked senseless when we get home." He murmured, before catching Carlos' lips in his again. "And I wouldn't mind a good fuck right here either. You can just sit back and enjoy..."

There was probably a real reason for these booths, Carlos thought, but the only thing that ever happened in them was exactly what they were doing now. He kissed Gael back as his hands moved between them to unfasten his jeans and release his cock. "I think," he said as he stroked his own cock once, "that I'm going to bind you on your hands and knees and blindfold you before I fuck you so hard you can't remember your own name. And if I'm going to do that, I should really conserve my energy."

His hands slid gently over Gael's hips. "I should let you take the edge off, mm? Let you ride my dick right here where anyone could wander in and watch you. Is that what you want, baby?"

"You really have to ask, cheri?" He asked, before leaning in to catch Carlos' lips in his own again. He lifted his hips up and worked his jeans down off his hips enough to expose his ass. He didn't had lube with him, though, and as he pulled back from his kiss he leaned over to the side to wet a hand with spit before gliding it over the cock beneath him.

He lowered himself down on the cock beneath him. He was slow in his movements, hissing against Carlos' lips before he whispered softly in French to the man he slowly rode up and down. He grinned, even against the man's lips kissing him as they moved.

The pace picked up over time, but every time Carlos grew impatient and tried to thrust up- Gael nipped harshly at his lip as he lifted his own hips up. He'd admonish him in French, before gently kissing away the sharp pain of the nip. He was gentle, really, in his movements. Only working his pace up to a faster pace when Carlos' breathing started to get more haggard.

He pulled Carlos' hand down to pump his cock as he rode Carlos' faster. It was only a few minutes then, before he was grabbing Carlos and pulling the man close and ramming their mouths together to keep from crying out loudly as he came into the man's hand.

"No," Carlos said, as he met Gael's lips in a hungry kiss, "but I like to." It was one of the things that hardly anyone expected of him; for a man who was quiet most of the time, Carlos liked to talk during sex. He liked being able to drive a lover a little crazy with his voice in their ear.

He groaned as Gael lowered himself onto his cock. It was hot and even tighter than it would normally be, asnd his eyes went nearly black with lust as he watched Gael through his lashes. He couldn't stop himself from trying to take control - it was just how he was made - but there was a little smile when Gael wouldn't let him. Maybe they should play this way a little more often, he thought as he subsided. There was something even sexier about Gael bossing him around. Which wasn't to say he wasn't going to make him pay for it, very soon.

His fingers drove into Gael's hair as Gael came around him, and that was all he needed to go over the edge, moaning into the sloppy, rough kiss as he came. It was a few minutes more before he shifted Gael off him and went to get something to clean themselves up before righting their clothes and slipping back out of the club.

"My place," he said, and this time he was the one tugging Gael down the street.

It was a misnomer, really, that Gael was a submissive man. He enjoyed giving up control, in a manner...because he still held a great deal of it in his hands at any given time. He was confident in that.

Getting himself sorted, he let Carlos pull him along down the street, laughing as they went. His mood from earlier had, in some manner, evaporated in the course of the day. He content, if not happy, and for now that was good enough.

They wound their way back through the districts until they were pushing through Carlos' apartment door. Closing the door behind them, Gael playfully ducked out of the way of a kiss before raising a brow at Carlos.

"I feel like I need a shower," he said, slowly peeling his shirt up and over his head as he walked backwards toward the bedroom. "After that whole....liaison in the club. I just think...I'm a little filthy, don't you think?"

It had, Carlos thought, been a while since he'd heard Gael laugh. At least laugh and it not sound brittle and harsh, and it had been a while since Gael had flirted with him without it having an edge of sheer determination to it. He liked to think that he'd helped today.

He chuckled as Gael ducked his hands and mouth, and followed him down the hall before steering him towards the bathroom. "You could say that filthy is a common descriptor," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it in the hamper inside the bathroom. "But if you want a shower, I can be patient. Thing is, though, you shouldn't get your tattoo wet yet."

It therefore, probably wouldn't hurt if Carlos helped him out a bit, really.

"It's been a couple of hours. I could just wash it gently, or I could just leave the covering on it." Gael said in a teasing tone as he lost the rest of his clothing. He did stop in front of the mirror though, looking at the fresh tattoo in the mirror. There wasn't any color to it, and Gael almost regretted that as he heard the shower turn on. Ah well, maybe next time he could get Mathis to add some color.

"Well, if you insist on joining me..." he said, looking from his tattoo to Carlos in the mirror. "I suppose you may- but only if you stay on your side and I stay on mine." He found the douche in a drawer before he turned to move toward the shower. "Can you manage that?"

"You're questioning my self-control?" That earned him a raised brow as Carlos leaned back out of the shower after turning on the water, and moved his hands to the fastening of his jeans, pushing them off and tossing them in the hamper before following suit with his underwear.

"You know, I'm a little hurt by that," he said as he pulled a few towels off a shelf and set them within reach. The bathroom was his favorite room in the apartment, he thought. "It might be you who has trouble staying on his side, you know, darling."

"My self-control is on an epic scale," he said, smirking as he moved to step into the shower and under the stream of water on his side of the shower. He kept his back to Carlos as he half-stood under the water, his side with tattoo slanted out from underneath the water.

He lathered up a rag with soap and scrubbed his body down before rinsing it. He went about his routine, washing his hair and rinsing it as well before he used the douche to clean himself out before he was finished.

"I usually do this alone, you know." He said, as he finished. It had only been about 5 minutes, really, before he was turning off the water and glancing back at Carlos. Picking up a towel, he carefully started to dry himself off. "I mean, when I'm alone I sometimes take a dildo and fuck myself with it while I pull on my cock slowly. S-sort of like this..." He said, leaning back against shower stall as he dropped his towel off to the side.

He didn't have a dildo, but he would at least play with himself in front of Carlos- his cock growing harder as he stroked.

"Is it really," Carlos murmured. He was usually one for a quick shower, too - and usually there was no reason to delay when Gael was standing in front of him, naked and playing with himself. Carlos was a twenty-five year old, highly sexual man, and he liked games but usually didn't care for delaying them.

Of course, it was hard to resist a challenge, too, and he tipped his head back to soak his hair - a little longer than Gael's - before he grabbed the shampoo and worked it into the strands. He washed himself just as slowly, still standing in the shower while Gael dried off and then wrapped his hand around his cock. "I could put a couple of dildos in a welcome basket in here," he said as he rinsed his hair and picked up the conditioner. He worked it into his strands as he raised a brow at Gael. "A couple of dildos, maybe a vibrator so you feel like it's home away from home."

Of course he wasn't unaffected, he thought as he turned and eyed his face in the mirror he had in the shower. He could use a shave, he thought, and he picked up the shaving cream and razor to take care of that. No, he wasn't unaffected, but he didn't really intend to fall quite so easily.

"If you did that, what would I need you for, mm?" Gael asked in a teasing voice as he continued to play with himself as he watched Carlos shave. "Oh, darling....I liked the stubble. Ah well, if you're going to go about it like you're going to work." He was sing song in his words, leaning his head back as he picked up his pace on his cock. Patience, honestly, had never been one of his strongest suits.

"Oh well, maybe I'll just have to take a nap." He said as if speaking mostly to himself as he pushed off the wall of the bathroom. "That or just find out where those dildo's are hiding."

He smirked as he slipped past Carlos, moving into the bedroom and looking through the drawers and hiding spots until he found the collection of toys, and a bottle of lube. Some of them where, actually, his toys....having been collected from his apartment before Daniel found them. For one reason or another, Gael had never really come to collect them. Possibly because no matter how 'cool' Sarah said she was with sexual antics in the apartment- it was still a little weird.

He did pause though, staring into the drawer where the handle of the flogger barely poked out from underneath the other toys and ropes. It made him stop, his head spinning just a little as he stared at it for a long time, until a clatter in the bathroom jerked him back out of his head. Jerking up, he took a sharp breath before shoving the drawer closed as fast as he could. There were some things he was starting to believe he would never enjoy again.

Moving to the bed, tried to banish the thoughts from his mind by doing the one thing he knew would distract him- well, him and Carlos.

Carlos gave Gael an amused look as he sashayed out of the bathroom, and once the audience wasn't there, he made quicker work of the shower than when Gael had been watching. He wasn't as talented as putting on a show as Gael, he thought. He would have never made it in porn, for one, because it would make him too self-conscious, but he could rise to a challenge.

A few months before, he would have never noticed something off with the scene in front of him - Gael on his bed, working a dildo into himself and arching up against his pillows with a low and filthy moan. But there was something off, he thought. He'd learned to pay attention to the little nuances in the last several weeks as he'd tried his hardest to keep Gael from falling apart. Still, confronting Gael on that front never really got him anywhere.

So he watched, with mixed appreciation and the slightest bit of concern as he watched Gael, before he moved forward and covered the hand on the dildo with one of his. "Didn't I say I was going to tie you up?" He said.

"Did you? I must have forgotten after spending so much time out here alone." Gael said, his bright blue eyes twinkling a little as he stared up at the man who kept his hand from moving. "I feel like I should make you work for it. You've not had to a lot of practice of late." Letting go of the Dildo, Gael grinned at Carlos and pushed himself up on his knees- bringing himself up to catch Carlos' lips in his own.

"Maybe I'll tie you down instead." He murmured as he slipped his arms over Carlos' shoulders as he smiled against that lips. "Maybe I am just too much of a handful for you, as a lover. You might have to just give up tying me down....unless you got help. But then, who would help you, I wonder?" He kissed Carlos, again, his tongue seeking entrance into the other man's mouth as he slipped his fingers up into that still damp, wet hair. The heel of his left foot though, contacted with the base of the dildo, giving him something hard to push back against that bury the toy deeper inside of him. It wasn't really enough, but hopefully Carlos wasn't intending on making him service himself all night either.

"You are a handful," Carlos said with a soft laugh as he curved his hand around the base of the dildo and pulled it out slightly before thrusting it back in. "I bet Mathis would be happy to lend me a hand with you but, you know? I don't think I'm going to invite him over tonight."

He leaned back from the kiss, though, giving Gael a considering look. He'd told Gael when they'd first started that he didn't do gentle, but that had been proven false recently. He'd never actually said that he didn't let someone else take the reins, but it had been strongly implied. He generally didn't; he liked it better when he had control of things. Still, he thought, after tonight and with that slightest hint of panicked tension still hiding underneath all that charm and flirtation, maybe it was time to switch things up a little.

"Tie me up," he repeated, tilting his head to one side. "I'm game. What color would you like me to bring you, señor?"

Gael stared at Carlos, his eyes searching over the man's face as the false mask seemed to crack across his. It wasn't, Gael thought, that he wasn't capable of turning the tables- he'd had his fair share of moments of taking full control. He wasn't even that he couldn't tie Carlos up, or drive the man crazy. It was, rather, that a part of him wasn't sure he trusted that power right now.

It only took a moment, though, Gael he look down with a softer smile before he looked up again. "Oh, Cheri, it doesn't quite suit you to call me that." He murmured as he leaned in to Carlos again. "You will have to learn Français vraiment rapide si vous voulez me laisser contrôler." He said, sweetly despite the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Apportez-moi le bleu. Et l'un des bouchons, afin que vous puissiez être remplis pendant que je me fous sur vous."

He would have to give Carlos a metal if he understood all of those instructions. "Oh et un anneau de coq, non? Ou deux, de sorte que nous ne finissons pas trop vite."

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Carlos' eyes widened a bit, though only partially at the French. Ever since the first time he'd asked Gael to beg him in French, it had become a regular thing - enough that he knew some words that wouldn't feature in a normal French course. And then, of course, there had been Michel. More French some might say than Gael Shaw was, he'd taught Carlos a bit when he'd been sixteen. That had been the excuse for all the time they spent together.

Of course, they hadn't actually practiced much of it, but he could at least make out most of what Gael said, and he slipped off the bed to open the drawer. Bleu was blue, and he pulled out a length of royal blue rope. Bouchons...he'd have to come back to, and instead he picked out a cock ring, and glanced back at Gael for a moment before picking out a second and carrying them back to the bed. "I don't think I'm passing French class," he said as he tossed them on the bed next to Gael. "You might need to translate the part I missed." Or not get that part of what he'd demanded.

Still, he leaned down first, before he relinquished control, and his voice was a low purr. "La próxima vez, te diré qué hacer en español y verás cómo va eso, querido," he said. "Solo para que sepas."

Well, it was certainly a start. At least Carlos seemed to understand the basics of what Gael wanted, which just made him smirk a little more when Carlos dropped them on the bed. Picking up the rope first, Gael arched a brow at what Carlos said in Spanish. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was probably a promise to return the favor.

Still, Gael put a finger to Carlos' lips and tutted the man as he draped the rope over his shoulder almost lazily. "Les bouchons," he repeated, before looking back at stash of toys. "Si vous ne le savez pas, je vais juste vous apprendre." But first, he was going to pull Carlos onto the bed as he moved back, reaching out to pulling the man by his cock until they were both on their knees on the middle of the bed. He leaned in and planted a series of kisses along the man's bare chest. Moving around Carlos he slowly started to tie the ropes in a careful manner about his chest, arms bound behind him.

Once he was satisfied with that, he reached out to secure the cock ring about the man's cock before he pumped it until it was standing angry and hard. He even leaned in to kiss it softly before he pulled away and leaned in to Carlos to steal a kiss from his lips. "Vous avez l'air séduisant, comme ça, vous allume-t-il? Ma bite est difficile à te regarder, ma chérie. Peut-être souhaitez-vous le sucer? Mm, j'imagine que vous le feriez. Mais d'abord, les bouchons." He murmured against the man's lips before he licked them and moved away. Walking slowly over to the drawer, the dildo still buried deep into his own ass, he rummaged in the drawer until he found a small enough butt plug that he imagined Carlos wouldn't object too much once he saw it- if he were inclined to to begin with.

Bringing it back over, he presented it to his lover, holding it up so the other man could see it clearly. "Les bouchons," he said, making a bit of a corking sound afterward. Finding the tube of lube he'd used earlier, he slicked both his fingers and then the plug before he slowly moved behind Carlos. Whispering softly in his ear, Gael nibbled a little on the man's ear as he prepared him, loosening him up before slowly inserting the small glass plug into Carlos ass. "Combien vous voulez bien me baisser et me baiser maintenant. Vous obtiendrez bientôt vos chances, mais d'abord je me moque, n'est-ce pas?"

Moving back around to the front of Carlos, he pulled the second cock ring over and slipped it onto his own cock before giving Carlos a look that suggested fair was fair after all. Pumping his own cock until it was stiffly jutting from his pelvis, Gael groaned before leaning back on his heels and reaching out to pull Carlos' face down to his cock. "Vous savez ce qu'il faut faire."

There was a certain delicious irony, Carlos thought as he looked down at the blue ropes tightening across his chest, in Gael binding him exactly in the way he'd planned to tie the other man. He'd have to come up with something different, when it was his turn. He wasn't though, thinking of next time now. Not with Gael pumping his cock until the ring was almost painfully tight around it, and not with that stream of French in his ear.

He really should have made an actual effort to learn French, he thought, leaning in as best as he could in his position to try to catch Gael in a deeper kiss. But of course, he had little leverage, tied up as he was. It was easy enough for Gael to move away, and Carlos' hands curled into fists behind his back as he watched Gael walk back across the room, the dildo still buried in him. He wanted to fuck him; he wanted to tie him up, his arms bound to his chest, press him into the mattress and just take him. But he wanted to see what Gael had in mind, too.

There was a little skeptical look in Carlos' eyes when Gael turned around again. It had been years, really, since anything had gone up his ass. He was good enough at topping that most of his partners hadn't wanted to switch. Still, he thought better of of protesting as Gael moved behind him, slick fingers slipping into his ass as Gael purred French behind him again. Carlos closed his eyes, groaning just a bit when those stroking fingers were replaced with cool glass. It wasn't quite comfortable, and he breathed carefully as Gael shifted again, his eyes opening to hot, green slits that he fixed on Gael's face as the other man worked his cock.

His lips curved into a very slight smirk as Gael tugged him by the hair towards his cock. That French, he understood. He probably would understand that in any number of languages. "Oui," he murmured, the single word blowing breath across Gael's cock a moment before he took it inside his mouth - though for the moment, only the head, just enough for him to swirl his tongue over the tip and watch Gael's face for the reaction.

Only when he was satisfied with the look on Gael's face did he lean closer, taking him deeper and sucking harder. The plug shifted inside his ass as he moved, and he groaned a bit, his fingers flexing behind his back with the desire to run them over Gael's hips and hold him where he wanted him. Later, he thought as he backed off Gael's cock and licked the length of it before taking it back inside again. Later, he'd have Gael any way they pleased.

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