Gabriel was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it, edging around the question with an answer that wasn't right, but wasn't wrong either.  Paul had given him a choice, and so Gabriel had chosen...  He could only hope his choice would be accepted.  He wanted everything, wanted absolutely everything Paul could offer: his hard hands, his sadistic mind, his beautiful flat voice...  All of him, and all that he could think of do to with the young man in his lap.<i>Everything</i>.<br/><br/>Gabriel was feeling extremely greedy tonight, hungry for as much as he could take.  Maybe it was because it had been so long, maybe it was just on a whim.  Maybe, though he'd never ever say so, it was because he had missed Paul, missed him so terribly he'd barely contained himself.  Now they were together, and all Gabriel wanted was for Paul to make him<i>his</i>again.  No one else's.  Gabriel belonged to no one but Paul, did not even belong to himself.<br/><br/>His wish was granted as Paul let go of his hair, acceding to his plea.  A thrill ran down the boy's spine, landing in his groin; he did as directed, sliding from Paul's lap gracefully and approaching the huge, customized bed.  It was something only for them, when they decided they wanted to use it, with all the specialized trappings and added function they desired.  Gabriel thought of the whole room and everything in it with fondness, but the bed was particularly placed in his memory.<br/><br/>He did as told, obedient as ever, slim body bent over the foot of the bed and waiting for whatever punishment Paul dealt.  Gabriel could hear the sound of clothes-- the soft rustle of Paul's jacket, then the sound of his tie... But it did not make an appearance on Gabe's wrists or in his mouth, or anywhere else.  Something tighter then, stronger.  The thought made his cock throb, and he squirmed just a little with restlessness.  Yes, it had been too long...  He was getting impatient, something that never happened so soon.<br/><br/>He kept listening, trying to pick out the noises: the cabinet door, Paul collecting his preferences, placing them on the little table that served for that very purpose as the items were laid out...  Gabriel did not turn to look, as that would ruin the surprise, would spoil the uncertainty and take away some of the pleasure of simply not knowing what Paul would do.  So instead, he tried to stay still, feeling his heart beat against his ribs, and waited.<br/><br/>Such agony, to wait, but his perseverance was rewarded.  There was a familiar clicking of a lid, and then soon enough Gabriel felt something cold press against him, a light temperature shock that made him twitch beneath the metal.  And then, it was in, pushed without an attempt at delicacy; the young man gasped quietly, merely a sigh, and he arched into the movement.  This wasn't a small one, wasn't a big one either, but the plug still had some resistance as it was guided in until it sat where it was meant to, and Gabriel only spread his legs a little, breathing softly into the bed and wondering with delight what would come next.