Paul allowed the kiss, and then added one of his own, holding onto Gabriel tightly as he pressed their lips together.  It was harsh, sent sparks down Gabriel's spine, and even when Paul pulled away he could still feel the indents of his teeth, the roughness of his touch that always made his boy ache with desire for more.<br/><br/>He heard the soft command, and obeyed, disentangling himself from Paul and stepping out of the tub; the humidity in the air clung to his skin, but soon enough he was dry, and he followed Paul out into the bedroom.  There, resting luxuriously on the sheets, was a sleek black rope-- their favorite, broken in long ago and preferred over and over again.  Gabriel climbed onto the bed and got into position, the motions learned by rote: arms behind his back, poised for Paul to begin.<br/><br/>Gabriel could feel the anticipation rise in his chest, pulse quickening as his Sir picked up the rope and started the process.  He had been tied before, by others, but it had been crude and inelegant; Paul had been the one to introduce him to the real art, to the true skill and talent in creating such visual delights.  His Sir's hands worked wonders, and it always felt like a miracle to have their presence on his body.<br/><br/>The rope rasped quietly against his skin, the barest trace of a sound as it slid into place, and slowly Gabriel felt the pattern being made.  He couldn't see it, but there were other tells: the tightness in his shoulders and around his wrists, the coiling of the rope like some great, sensual snake, the way he couldn't move, could only twitch his fingers and shift a little against the binding...  Helpless and delighted to be so.<br/><br/>The fire in his groin flared up, made him sigh and arch into Paul's hands; his cock grew harder as the last knots were tied, that soft, determined tugging of the rope driving him wonderfully mad.  Gabriel loved it when the rope bit into him, when it was so tight every tiny movement sent pins and needles through his body and there were beautiful dark bruises layered over him the next day, but for this, he would take the less intense sensations, the gentler bondage that still left him immobile and breathless.  They needed something that could last; they had the whole night ahead of them...<br/><br/>A kiss against his spine, and Gabriel smiled, blooming slowly on his face and making the green of his eyes shine bright.  Devour him he would, taking his time to taste and lick and suck, leaving shadows of his teeth wherever he could.<i>Tell me how you want me and I will obey</i>...  Oh, he wanted Paul in every way, wanted to crawl inside him and nest in the man's heart.  The words made him moan, a nearly silent sound that rolled up from the back of his throat as he writhed against the rope, holding him so perfectly, torturously in place.<br/><br/>"I want you on your back, Sir.  On the bed, on your back."  Gabriel would start from the bottom and make his way up, would cover Paul with his mouth from head to toe...  The waiting was nearly over, and he nearly trembled with the need to lay his lips on every inch of his lord.