For a long while, nothing happened-- no touch, from Paul's hand or otherwise, no sound.  Just nothing.  If Gabriel hadn't known better, he might've thought he'd imagine Paul's presence, conjured him up out of thin air, and had been alone the whole time.  It was only when he shifted slightly, barely moved, that finally there was something.<br/><br/>Paul reached over and flicked the plug, making the metal bounce deliciously within him, and he grew still.  He would obey, would remain motionless, as the gesture demanded.  A ghost of a smile touched Gabriel's lips, the expression hidden as he waited, statuesque and immobile.<br/><br/>He let Paul rearrange him as he liked, so easy to maneuver and pose like a doll; the cuffs were soft, would leave no marks, but they did their job to keep him in place as his legs were spread.  Gabriel would not be able to move, would not be able to close them or try to pull away, was stuck right where Paul wanted him to be-- where they both wanted him to be.  As much as Gabriel might squirm and writhe, as much as he might cry out and wail, he would rather be nowhere else.<br/><br/>There was no feeling of Paul's fingers, the man keeping that from him for now.  Gabriel would just have to be patient, do his best to please, and then perhaps he would be rewarded with that cold, hard touch he so adored...  He listened to silence as Paul made his next decision, leaving Gabriel to ponder on what it might be.<br/><br/>The whip sailed through the air, cracking down against his skin; the surprise made him tense just as much as the hit, punching a gasp from his lips before he could stop himself.  It happened again, the marks leaving a blooming heat that radiated through him, tingling as he flinched under the strikes, legs pulling reflexively against the chains, in vain as his body bought fought to escape and to lean into the next assault.  Yes, this was wonderful, but more would be needed... much more...<br/><br/>Gabriel let out another soft sigh, relaxing again as Paul inspected his work, and spread out his hands along the surface of the bed, ready to grab on as things got rougher, as he dearly hoped they would.