<i>Then begin</i>.  Gabriel felt his heart in his chest, pounding against his ribs, and a shiver of anticipation rushed down his spine.  Tonight was a strange, wonderful night; never had Paul been so open, so allowing, and the boy could scarcely believe it...  But he wasn't about to question.  Now was the time to act, and enjoy.<br/><br/>He picked up the soap and the washcloth, and started to clean: there was no rush, Gabriel had all the time in the world, and he was leisurely as he went about his work.  Careful hands, every movement full of grace, Paul's angel cleaned his lord from head to toe, savoring each moment with that soft, pleased little smile on his lips.<br/><br/>Beautiful, Paul was so beautiful...  Touching him was dreamlike, the kind of dreams Gabriel wished he could have instead of the nightmares and nothingness, but they were so few and far between... And in any case, this was real.  Gabriel's fingers glided over Paul's skin, the soap lathering under his fingertips and the tiny bubbles bursting as he moved, an interesting sensation that made him want to laugh, but he kept his amusement to himself while attending to his Sir.<br/><br/>Gabriel had started from the feet and worked his way up, spending time diligently cleaning every inch-- he did not miss a spot, made sure he reached everywhere, hands methodical and fingers so sweet in their efforts.  He would save Paul's cock for last, an indulgent treat, but the boy did stroke the man's thighs lovingly, the soap slippery as his touch glided along, slowly trailing up Paul's torso to reach his chest.<br/><br/>There, Gabriel noticed a change; Paul had been easy, malleable, but he seemed to have to hold onto that surrender with more purpose, and it did not take Gabriel long to see why as his hands roamed, fingers brushing along Paul's nipples and drawing them out.  All of Paul was a visual feast, delectable in every way, but this caught Gabriel's attention...  He had not seen Paul react like this, had never been in a situation to cause such a thing, to entice such a response...<br/><br/>Gabriel hummed quietly as he caressed Paul's nipples, curiosity in his voice and eyes.  His Sir had given him free reign, within limits... and his angel was in the mood to test them, to take as much as he could.  His fingertips were velvet-smooth, covered in soap that let them slide and left a glistening sheen, but there was still enough traction for Gabriel to play...  The young man lightly caught his Sir between his fingers, and pinched<i>hard</i>, a smile on his face and a soft laugh flowing from behind his teeth.