They were both starting to lose themselves, starting to be overwhelmed by these new sensations, new experiences...  Paul made such beautiful noises, raked his fingers down the lashmarks on Gabriel's back so deliciously it made him whine with longing...  And then Paul grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back.  The rough touch was so familiar, so easy to recognize, and it made Gabriel calmer even as his mind screamed to get close again.  They both needed to recenter themselves, and the boy worked on catching his breath as he listened.<br/><br/>Yes...  Yes, that would be wonderful.  That would make up for the day, would let Gabriel sleep easy when they were done.  He would be tied, held in place with that silky black cord they favored, would be restrained and kept in one piece...  He would get to kiss, to touch, to lick and suck and fondle every inch of Paul tonight...  An amazing gift that he would use to its fullest.<br/><br/>Gabriel could feel himself getting hard, heat growing in his groin like a fanned fire blazing once more.  He nodded as best he could while still held tightly, letting the movement yank on his damp hair, and gave Paul another wide smile.  It was bright, excited, full of life that normally was absent unless Paul did something special.  And this was so very special...<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir," he agreed, voice tinged with need and yearning.  His glassy eyes were intense, little pits of Greek fire that burned in his face, and he dug his nails into Paul once more, just to leave indents in the man's skin.  He would be cleaning them away soon enough, would get to make more with his teeth...<br/><br/>"Yes, please..."