The gravely quality of Paul's voice was delicious, settling in Gabriel's ears and in his heart.  He loved that sound, loved everything about his master.  That finger traveled back up, retreating the way it came, sending a thrill through his body and sparks in his stomach.<br/><br/>Gabriel melted into the grasp of Paul's hand at his neck, pliable and willing as ever.  He listened to Paul's question intently, curiosity in his gaze, and then contemplated his possible answers.  What might he say...  What would he want, if Paul stayed instead of went to work?  What would they do, left to themselves for a day...?<br/><br/>"I would want us to eat breakfast together," he began thoughtfully, humming the words out as his imagination unfolded.  Gabriel could often smell the coffee and food once he woke up, but he'd yet to be awake to join Paul, though perhaps the man preferred to eat alone in the mornings.  Horribly domestic, yes, but Gabriel still wanted the experience, at least once.  "And then..."<br/><br/>There was an exhibit downtown, for a new collection of paintings ranging from the 13th-15th centuries: all highly religious, they focused on different martyred saints, portraying their deaths and sufferings in giltwork and tempera, in oils and all the reverent care of their artists, each painstakingly detailing every wound and demise with utmost precision.  It was a glorious display, or so Gabriel envisioned, and having Paul see it with him would be even better.  They could return home and try to recreate some of that divine torture; they had plenty of tools, could imitate those twisting bodies, those forms caught between pleasure and pain...<br/><br/>Gabriel said as much, though in fewer words: he said only that he wanted to see the new exhibit, with Paul, but the rest of his desires were not hidden.  They drifted on his tongue, wandered in the air, hungry and longing.  "I think we could learn a great deal," he mumbled, stretching into Paul's grip, luxuriating in the warmth between them both.  "And when we came home, I think we could put those lessons into practice..."  There were some toys they hadn't broken in yet, and Gabriel was intrigued.<br/><br/>"How does that sound...?"  Not a busy day by far, but one they could savor.