Paul said nothing, did not have to.  Gabriel didn't mind the silence; too many people talked too much, there was always so much noise and chaos, but with Paul, it was simpler, and the quiet did not mean there was no communication.<br/><br/>The man smiled at him, and touched his face, and Gabriel felt his heart ease back into its rhythm.  Those hard fingers slid over his lips, so gentle for now, thumb stroking as the rest held him close.  Eddy should have made sculptures of Paul's hands, when he had the ability...  They were so perfect, so precise in their movement.  Paul's hands were those of a god, who gave and took as he pleased.<br/><br/>He let go of Gabriel's face, focusing again on the corset; again, those hands moved with purpose, beginning to uncinch the ties.  They had to be pulled further in order to remove them, digging deeper into Gabe's skin.  His ribs felt like they might snap, bent like saplings in the wind, but they survived in one piece.<br/><br/>Once the ties were all undone, Paul pulled the corset free, and Gabriel watched him as he worked.  He knew Paul liked the ligatures left by the boning, the red lines of pressure and subtle bruising that would be there soon enough...  Those lovely hands returned, running over him as if to read those marks, little hills and valleys and rivers, and he shifted into the attention gladly.<br/><br/>While Paul expored, Gabriel stroked at his suit, running his fingertips over the luxuriant fabric before slowly meandering to the shirt underneath.  He wanted to touch Paul, actually feel his form underneath those layers, but the boy would wait until Paul deigned to undress.  He was patient, very patient, would hopefully be rewarded for waiting...  Maybe with another kiss, if he was good.<br/><br/>"What do you have in mind for tonight...?"  Gabriel's voice was light, quiet and curious in Paul's ear as he dared a slight nuzzle against the man's cheek.  Bold to ask, bold to touch, but he hadn't seen Paul in so long...