Paul seemed pleased with his answer, offering a kiss: it started simple enough, and then there was the delightful nip of teeth that Gabriel loved so much.  It made him so happy, made him feel like things were the way they were meant to be, when Paul's teeth were pressed against his body.  Gabriel thought of himself in many ways, but to know Paul did not pity him, still saw him as his perfect angel...  That was bliss.<br/><br/>Paul then let go, pulled away entirely, and Gabriel sank back into the water; it sloshed in the tub, some spilling out onto the slick floor, but that was no concern.  Gabriel was too busy watching Paul finish undressing, moved to the side to give him room, and then found himself in Paul's perfect grip once more.  Another kiss, deep and satisfying but always leaving him wanting more, more...<br/><br/><i>Kiss me, angel</i>.  Permission, allowance, to do as he liked... a rare, exquisite gift.  Gabriel smiled again, that sweet little smile just curving his lips and softening his delicate face, and he did as Paul wished.  He kissed him, placed his hands lightly on the sides of Paul's jaw; it felt strange, touching Paul so intimately when Gabriel would normally be punished for it...  But he was thankful for the opportunity, would touch and taste until Paul changed his mind.<br/><br/>Gabriel took advantage of Paul's generosity.  He slid his hands over the man's collarbones, the little dip between that made the hollow of his throat, the sleek planes of his broad chest and the carved stone of his arms...  His lips explored too, first starting with Paul's before trailing away to the soft spot beneath his ear, ending in a heated journey to the man's neck where he pressed kisses like he wanted them imprinted on the skin.<br/><br/>Gabriel felt unbelievably bold, restraining himself enough to keep from crossing any lines, but his Sir just felt so good, tasted so nice...  He sighed, breath warm on Paul's throat, and his fingers curved against the other's shoulders as Gabriel basked in his lord's wondrous presence.  More soft spatterings of kisses, down to the base of Paul's neck, and more soft wanderings of Gabriel's hands along the perfect form beneath his palms...  A reverent exploration, a mapping of adoration and awe-filled affection.  Gabriel would be careful but he would take until Paul decided he could have no more.