Paul breathed out deeply as Gabriel let go; the man tried so hard to seem as if nothing affected him, as if his angel had done nothing to make him react, nothing to reveal a new, fascinating facet of his lord...  But the boy knew, and already he wished to make Paul hiss, make him groan and moan and tremble against him...  Soon enough.  Soon enough.<br/><br/>Paul calmed as Gabriel worked, once more mild and malleable to his touch-- he let Gabriel unfurl his hands, entwine their fingers without resistance, and even squeezed lightly.  The gesture was subtle and silent, but it spoke loudly to Gabriel: it told him so much, said more than could ever be said in words, and he felt his heart leap in his chest, aching with delight against his ribs.  The young man didn't look Paul in the eyes, too focused on the way their hands curved into each other, and he smiled a soft, sweet upturn of his lips that made it clear he understood.  Yes, he understood.<br/><br/>It didn't last long, but the moment was enough, a quiet few seconds that only strengthened the peculiar bond between them.  No one else might understand, but they did, and that was enough.  He was Paul's, Paul was his, each the other's and two as one.  Gabriel returned to cleaning, feeling Paul's hands find their way to his thin hips, and they both basked in serenity.<br/><br/>And then Gabriel reached the last place, saved special, and he felt Paul's hips twitch into the movement.  The smile ghosted back across his face, a little flash of pleasure; Paul was not going to break his word, he was not going to allow himself to fall apart...  It was selfish and teasing, perhaps a little cruel to keep up such stroking and caressing, but Gabriel didn't know when he'd next get the chance to touch his Sir like this, to show his love and adoration...<br/><br/>He ran his hands everywhere, pressing so gently, fingers searching out every bit of Paul they could find; they cleaned him completely, left nothing unfondled or abandoned.  Finally, Gabriel let out a little sigh, and left a lingering kiss on Paul's lips before letting go and pulling his hands away-- he was done.<br/><br/>"Finished, Sir..."  His voice was musical as ever, a low hum of words that held all the longing and satisfaction he had kept to himself, now slipping into Paul's ears.