Gabriel couldn't help but strain against his bonds, the futile efforts making silky, whispery sounds as the smooth rope rubbed against his skin, leaving pink abrasions around his wrists and upper arms.  He knew he couldn't escape them, but there was no resisting the desire to lay his hands on his Sir, to place them over his quivering stomach, to rest them over his thudding heart, to play and pinch and pull and make Paul sing even more...  Frustration at the impossible idea brought out a soft moan, and Gabriel suckled harder: if he couldn't touch, he could do this.<br/><br/>Paul was being so brave, holding himself together as much as possible, but there was an inevitable end in sight.  The man could pretend all he wanted, could act as stoic as he pleased; his body told the truth for him, plain to read in the tenseness in his muscles, the muffled noises bit back before they could hiss through his teeth, the beautiful overflow that slid wetly down his hard cock.  Everything spoke to Gabriel, without a word.<br/><br/>And then the walls finally began to crumble.  Paul was quiet at first, just a little groan as Gabriel flicked his tongue against him, before he sobbed.  He<i>sobbed</i>.  His lord sobbed, and that was enough.  Something in that perfect, otherwordly note resonated deeply in the young man's heart, and he made a decision.<br/><br/>Gabriel shifted, sliding his leg between Paul's spreading them apart just enough to straddle one of his powerful thighs.  He continued his onslaught, now more intense; sharper nips, teeth less innocently brushing over the skin, sucking harder and without care of bruising.  Gabriel had heard Paul, knew that if he pushed a little farther, he might bring his Sir to ecstasy-- if Paul let him.  So far, his hands were light and allowing, but that could change.<br/><br/>As he teased and tortured, Gabriel began to rock himself against Paul's thigh, rubbing his ignored erection along the firm warmth; it was enough to make him mewl and shiver after being untouched the whole time, and there was a desperation in his movements.  Gabriel would keep himself here, searching mouth to Paul's chest and weeping head pressed to Paul's hip, until his lord either came or pushed him away.  In a moment of distress and elation, the young man bit down around Paul's nipple, leaving a clear imprint of his teeth he would sooth with his tongue.