It was exquisite, the way Paul reacted: he let out a rough, almost strangled sound, nearly angry in its tone except for the whispers of enjoyment buried deep in his throat, and his whole body tensed, rigid up and down his spine, hands breaching the water to... What, grab Gabriel?  Push him away?  Slap him?  Choke him into submission once more...?<br/><br/>So delicious, so fascinating...  Gabriel's mouth watered and the heat in his groin grew, the fire blazing low between his hips.  He smiled as Paul's beautiful hands curled up, tight-fisted and struggling not to be let loose; it wouldn't matter if Paul hit him, would be a mark that said his angel had been able to move the immovable, had been successful in making a stone feel something... And that was delightful, utterly ecstatic, to know Gabriel could do this to his Sir.<br/><br/>Oh...  Oh, he was lovely like this, half undone and holding himself together so hard.  Gabriel had never seen this side of Paul, but he'd never been in a position to witness, to cause such a change.  Was this what Paul saw, when he toyed with his boy?  Was this the same elation, the same longing, to play and play until he broke, and then put him back together to take apart again another time...?<br/><br/>Gabriel's focus recentered as Paul spoke, and the unsteadiness in his voice sent a sharp thrill straight to his cock, hardening under the water.  Oh, but of course...  Yes, there was still more to clean... and they had the rest of the night, no sense in wasting all that time.  Still so much to see, to experience...<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir," he murmured adoringly, letting go of Paul.  Gabriel knew he could only push so far before crossing a line he could not come back from, and this was a delicate situation, ephemeral and fragile...  But he couldn't help fondling his lord one more time, rubbing sweetly before finally moving his hands away to get back to their task.  "Yes, sir..."<br/><br/>Gabriel echoed himself quietly, almost to soothe Paul as he continued washing.  He was as detailed as before, missing nothing as he touched, sliding his hands and fingers over Paul's arms, down to hold those tightly-curled fists and coaxe them open once more; once he managed, Gabriel indulgently slid his fingers between Paul's into something like an embrace, palms to palms and pressed close.<br/><br/>Sweet, sentimental, but he did not leave them entwined for long before Gabriel went back to cleaning.  The soap would sting the broken skin by his neck, but the bitemarks would look so beautiful as they healed, red and purple and bruising...  He was ever so careful as he rinsed Paul's hair, not a drop of water or soap in his eyes, and his fingers did not touch Paul's chest again, avoiding the enticing area altogether.  Slowly he made his way down Paul's spine, ran his hands over every inch and desperately wished to dig his nails in, to leave wonderful little marks, but the boy controlled himself just enough.  Finally, all that was left was...<br/><br/>Gabriel was gentle as he took Paul into his hands, and he washed his Sir with reverence, gliding over the shaft and lightly rubbing at the tip in as innocent a way as could possibly be.  He was simply cleaning, simply touching and stroking and petting at all the parts of his Sir he never got the chance to shower with affection.