In a way Drake did enjoy the denial even if left him revved up. There was something about it that elevated the need of his partner above his own and filled a deeper need in him. It also left him a little more centered and docile just a simmering of that subspace left which Gabe would see when he smoothed a hand through his hair and the looked Drake gave him was one of adoration and contentment that he rarely saw on the man. Like all was right in the world and Gabriel made it so. "We might save a room for later, I don't currently have the funds for the one I have in mind... but that's why we are in a town where money almost grows on trees." He added with a wicked little smile but his eyes lit up at the promise of a visit of one of his favorite shops.<br/><br/>Making a beeline to the location it wasn't a flashy shop but certainly had a wide variety of tools of torment and pleasure for all sexs and purposes. Stepping inside wasn't exactly helping his level of arousal but he hoped the suggested tools might and he liked Gabriel being firm and discipline the structure was good for him, when he allowed him to give into it. He finds the strap-like belt that goes around and then between his legs with a hole to fit his package and then picks through the cock cages figuring he should be proactive rather than let Gabe get creative. His hand skims over one that has a small set of spikes lining the inside but settles on a simpler metal bird cage like design that came with small plug for the tip that would secure inside and could be removed if needed. After all he didn't want to be leaking through his pants and he suspected that he might without the extra help.<br/><br/>Looking through the plugs and other dildos to go inside was a bigger challenge due to the variety of toys on offer. Drake picked up some at random his eyes darting up to Gabriel wondering what he was thinking. Though his hand drew over one with another shiver. "I think I owned this one once... it was a wicked thing, specially dosed with a bit of ginger, or icyhot." The memory visibly affected him, both in showing his masochism, want, and also a little fear. "What would you choose for me sir?" He asked knowing in the end he was going to bend to anything the angel requested. He did feel like he needed it though, needed that security of feeling owned by the man that so easily had managed to get into his head.