That had done it.  That last, desperate touch had done it, had given Gabriel what he most desired.  Paul came without warning, without any sort of prelude-- it just happened, spilling out of him furiously, cascading over both their bodies in a wavering arc, hot and glistening and so delightfully obscene.  Paul was silent at first, completely rigid except for his erratic shaft, but then by the second part he began to cry out, making sounds Gabriel had never heard, rutting his hips blindly and arms embracing, hands needy as they groped at the silky ties and along Gabriel's skin.<br/><br/>The young man did not immediately pull his lips and teeth away, instead suckling gently to pull out every bit of pleasure he could, to help them both ride this out to the end.  Under their usual circumstances, Gabriel did not come until Paul allowed him, did not let himself be released until he was told, but now...<br/><br/>With Paul so undone, falling to glorious pieces because of him, being brought to such intensities through his touch alone, he couldn't hold himself in.  It only took another few hard rubs against Paul, the man returning each stroke with one of his own, before Gabriel too reached the edge.  His stream joined Paul's, his lips finally letting go enough to gasp out a pitched, aching whine that threaded into his Sir's own vocals, and the boy quivered from head to toe at the strength of his climax, made all the stronger by the special nature of its origin.<br/><br/>Both fell quiet, both sparking and tingling with the last phases, utterly spent in every way.  Paul's cock continued its release, fading now, and Gabriel's could only follow until both men were empty.  He finally looked up to meet Paul's gaze and found his face wet with tears, cheeks flushed and shimmering, dark eyes turned away; oh, his Sir was so beautiful like this, beyond any compare...<br/><br/>Gabriel wanted to lick the tears away, glide his tongue over the salty pearls to collect them and keep them safe inside himself, and he let out a soft, fragile moan as he leaned forward to press his face to the underside of Paul's jaw, panting and chest heaving.  The tears in his own eyes fell, dropping lightly against Paul's collarbone, and his breath was warm gusts over his skin.<br/><br/>"Thank you...<i>Thank you</i>..."  Thank you for letting him get this close, for letting him past the walls, for loving him so much and giving him the chance to show his true adoration.  Thank you.