Gabriel was immediate with his 'yes, sir' but his hands were slow and reluctant, getting one more cheeky fondle in before mercifully moving on. Paul restrained himself from sighing in relief but his exhale was a little more forceful than what could be considered calm breathing. His nipples were left cold and aching, tingling with need, and he hated that he wanted those beautiful hands back immediately. He was half dismayed and half delighted for what was to come, because surely Gabriel could not and would not leave this alone. Before the night was through, Paul was certain he would have teeth marks all along his chest.<br/><br/>He could not stop his shiver of anticipation.<br/><br/>Thankfully Gabriel's washing did much to soothe Paul. He was so reverent. He touched Paul as if it were an act of worship. He traced so carefully as he made his way down Paul's arms, gliding over shoulders and muscles, elbows and wrists as if every part were equally precious. Paul did not fight it as Gabriel gently unfurled his fists. He intertwined their fingers, palm to palm and locked together.<br/><br/>The intimacy transformed Paul's desperate desire into something deeper, something all consuming and yet stabilizing, as if the intensity in his chest had spread out and settled in his skin so that the entirety of his body felt alive with yearning. Paul looked down at his angel sat in his lap, their hands clasped together, and loved him, loved him so dearly that Paul would let him have everything.<br/><br/>Gabriel deserved nothing less.<br/><br/>Paul squeezed Gabriel's fingers as if that was enough to convey the depths of his feelings for his angel. And perhaps it was, perhaps thats all Gabriel needed to know how deeply he was cherished. They've never used words to express what they meant to each other, actions always spoke so much louder than words.<br/><br/>Gabriel let go and Paul let his hands fall back into the water to settle on Gabriel's hips. He was patient as his angel continued his work, moving on to his back and neck. The bite marks stung but groans from those little hurts were easier to swallow. The same could not be said when Gabriel finally reached for his prize.<br/><br/>Paul managed to stay silent, but he could not help the twitch of his hips as Gabriel stroked. He used the same reverence here as he had everywhere else, but the slow, careful pace was maddening. Still, Paul refused to go back on his word and was determined to not break until Gabriel was finished with his task.