It seemed Gabriel did not need to fear Paul's displeasure, not if he was reading the signs correctly-- the way Paul held him close, the way he pushed so perfectly against him, the way he hissed and gasped, all telling the boy he was doing the right thing, all encouraging him onward.  And then once he bit hard enough, and pulled away to be sure...<br/><br/>Paul was smiling that beautiful smile, and then he kissed him, pulled him back in with intensity that made Gabriel writhe in delight.  He was so happy, his heart so full it hurt: Paul was more than pleased with him, with what he'd done.  His Sir<i>liked</i>it.  Gabriel could feel Paul lick against his lips to taste himself on his angel, and he held back a wide grin; it was too wonderous, too absolute, so hard for him not to fall apart in Paul's arms.  They were a perfect match, made for each other.<br/><br/>If Paul liked it so much, Gabriel would keep at it as long as he was allowed.  He kissed back deeply, letting Paul taste everything, then returned the favor from earlier and nipped, holding Paul's lip in his teeth for a moment before letting go.  He couldn't afford to push his luck too far, but just far enough...  His hands slid back down, one trailing over Paul's spine and the other playing at his hip, caressing the lovely little birthmark he'd so admired but never been able to touch, until now.  Another nip, another kiss, and Gabriel pressed himself into Paul's lap, the place he felt most at home.<br/><br/>The water was everywhere, the steam still clouding the air around them, but none of it mattered: only Paul.  Gabriel could feel his breath coming out in little pants, the heat and the condensation settling on his skin and in his lungs, but he would take it as long as Paul desired.  He squirmed in the man's lap, pushed his hips against the other's and sighed against his mouth, a low and musical sound that slowly faded into words.<br/><br/>"I will worship you until I die."  It was true.  Gabriel would love Paul forever, would do anything for his Sir, anything and everything...  "Until I die," he echoed again, quiet and serene as his lips brushed the promise against Paul's.  He would destroy the world for him, if he could, or make it new in his Sir's image: make it how it should be, make it perfection in all ways...  Whatever Paul wished for, it would be done.