Gabriel was alive. He was vibrant and beautiful and pure, everything that Joseph Isetti was not. It burned Paul in very specific ways that Gabriel was forced to carry his name, that anything of his angel had to be associated to that sad excuse of a man. That would be rectified, but not now.<br/><br/>This moment was wholly dedicated to making his angel happy, to create those breathtaking smiles for him alone.<br/><br/>"Then begin," Paul said and nodded to the soap and wash cloth waiting on the side of the tub.<br/><br/>Paul then allowed Gabriel to bathe him. He was patient and docile, allowing Gabriel to run his hands wherever they wished at any speed they desired. He did not protest, did not twitch or flinch when Gabriel began to touch him, fingers soapy and gentle but unavoidably ticklish.<br/><br/>Eventually he would find his way to Paul's chest. He had to steel himself as Gabriel touched his nipples, which happened to be incredibly sensitive. They peaked almost immediately, growing hard underneath Gabriel's smooth strokes.<br/><br/>Paul had given him complete freedom in this, the boy could do exactly as he wished. And if he wanted to discover Paul's well guarded weaknesses, Paul could not stop him.