The sound Paul made was unique, something Gabriel had never heard before.  It reverberated in his head, seemed to roll through him like a shock, and he took his time to really listen to each strangled note-- a lovely song, so sweet in his ears...  He should try to make Paul sing again, he heard such music so rarely...<br/><br/>The man's smile was vicious as ever, teeth bared and lips pulled into something that would have alarmed anyone else but that made Gabriel want to coo with delight.  It was possible he was pushing his limits too far, might be punished for being so bold, but...  He couldn't help it.  Paul had allowed him to do as he liked, and the boy was going to do just that.<br/><br/>His Sir pressed into the pinching, curved his spine and pushed his chest into Gabriel's hands; beneath the water, Gabriel spied the movement, and felt another spark grow between his hips.  Good, it was so good that Paul liked this, loved it even, wanted more...  Gabriel would oblige.<br/><br/>The boy let out a soft aching sound, settling himself in Paul's lap to bring their hips closer, cocks nearly touching, and then bit his tongue sharply to keep quiet.  There was time, plenty of time, no need to get carried away...  But it was so easy, and neither seemed to want to stop.<br/><br/>He stroked the hard nipples between his fingers, twirled them and rubbed adoringly, and then pinched again: much harder this time, squeezing and then pulling on the slick, soapy flesh, gazing between the beautiful sight at the mercy of his hands and the beautiful look on Paul's face.<i>Please, please sing again, make music, just for me...</i>