Ultimately, Niall needed nothing from Gabriel but the agreement to the deal that he'd already received. It was a bonus, really, to get anything more out of it. Gabriel only needed to do his job to earn Niall's favor, and Niall saw only minimal potential in securing Gabriel's loyalty with sexual manipulation.

Still, Gabriel's fingers exploring the length of him left Niall weak and needy. He was such a beautiful boy, a Baroque painting come to life. Niall wanted him every way he could have him, and more importantly, wanted him now.

"Suppose I could," Niall breathed, feigning disinterest but not very well. He seemed to realize it, too, and sighed with longing. "Don't take me for a man who gets on my knees for nothing. It's just that it'd be a pleasure to worship at the altar of one such as yourself."

And with a devilish smile, he ducked under the table.