Paul's hands appeared, just as Gabriel had hoped: one in his hair, still lightly damp from the bath but quickly drying in the air, curling into soft waves that slid through Paul's fingers, and another against his cheek, palm warm and fingers spread to caress, stroking and holding Gabriel fast.  No one else touched him like this, and no one else ever would.  Just Paul.<br/><br/>The attention made him exhale slowly, a low sigh that released his longing, and it was so easy for Paul to direct him as he pleased, like forming clay.  Gabriel would never resist, never fight anything from his Sir.  His lips ran along Paul's chest until they reached their goal, guided faithfully to the end; there, Gabriel heard the beautiful sound that came from Paul's mouth, felt his grip tighten in his hair and hold him close...<br/><br/>That tightness, that noise, and the divine bit of Paul between his lips, standing stiff and hot, sent a hard jolt down to his groin.  His cock twitched, pulsed and rubbed faintly against Paul's side, and Gabriel had to hold back a tremor, the ropes suddenly so very present, their ties itching at his wrists and digging into his arms.  God, he just wanted to touch, to taste...<br/><br/>Gabriel began to suck, soft and slow as if to savor the way Paul's nipple shifted in his mouth, pulled and pushed as the boy saw fit.  He ran his tongue over the hard flesh, flicked at it and poked and prodded, torturing his Sir as sweetly as he could-- he tasted so divine, so delectable...  Teeth nipped, gentle enough to be harmless but still send a thrilling spark or two as they scraped and clamped down.