Gabriel had been subtle, but Paul pulled him in tightly, let him press into Paul's chest and sink into his form.  The boy held back a smile, but it was difficult, and the corners of his lips raised as Paul placed a kiss against his throat-- his Sir was being very generous today, a strange but appreciated gift...<br/><br/>Gabriel ate what was offered, delicate as ever; the food was as tasty as it looked, every flavor mingling into a savory combination that settled on the boy's tongue.  It was delectable, and he took the time to savor every bite as Paul fed it to him, careful and pondering.  He accepted it all, food and drink, contented and heart singing a mindless little tune in his chest.<br/><br/>Once the salad was done, the toast was next: crisp and sweet, the taste filled Gabriel's mouth, and he silently delighted in the tang of the berries, the way the tartness made him salivate.  It disappeared into only sweetness, but each bite was wonderful, and the young man ate slowly to take his time.  The discoloration at his mouth was unavoidable, turning his lips a deep, glistening purple-red.<br/><br/>Then Gabriel felt Paul's hand in his hair, curling firmly around the locks to turn his head, and his Sir kissed him.  It was not exactly a kiss, per se, more a way for Paul to taste the remnants of the meal, the sweetness of the berries and the sugar left behind.  Gabriel enjoyed it anyways, always happy to have Paul touch him, and he nearly kissed back, but behaved himself.  Wait, wait until Paul allowed such a thing...<br/><br/>While Paul kissed him, Gabriel's phone began to ring, quietly but insessantly in his robe pocket.  Gabriel sighed against Paul's lips, a vaguely frustrated sound-- who was calling so early? Why would they be trying to contact him now...?  He let it ring, watching Paul to see if the man would mind if he answered it...  He doubted it was important, but there was the slim chance it was something related to the club, or to his employees...