Never before had Gabriel kissed Paul so freely, but then again he had never allowed it. He was a fool to have waited so long. The boy was bold now that he had permission. He bit down on Paul's lips between their kisses, making up for all the times Paul had bitten him, no doubt. His hands scrambled, searching out the places they've always wanted to explore.<br/><br/>Paul groaned into it, pushing into the sensation with a greediness he had never shown before. His hand raked down Gabriel's back, pressing into the lashes he had left there the night before. They were too faded for his liking.<br/><br/>Gabriel then confessed something so sinfully sweet that Paul could only grin in satisfaction.<br/><br/>"I expected nothing less," he said, as if it was already given. As if it should have always been this way.<br/><br/>He gave Gabriel another kiss before grabbing the boy by the hair and wrenching him away.<br/><br/>"This is what will happen," he murmured. Paul always had a plan. "You will wash every inch of me, then I will take you to the bedroom and tie your arms behind your back. Then I will let you put your mouth on me, anywhere that you wish for as long as you want."<br/><br/>Paul had brought their favorite rope in his luggage. The black nylon, silky enough that it did not abrade the skin but hefty enough to leave the most satisfying bruises. He had thought Gabriel needed a physical restraint to hold him together, to help calm the chaos of his thoughts. He had planned on using it in some way tonight and this seemed like a fantastic idea.<br/><br/>Gabriel would have some sense of freedom while still firmly in Paul's control.<br/><br/>"Is this amenable?"