Paul broke like a dam, first a trickle and the rest of the ocean in a dizzying rush, washing away the very last of his crumbling self restraint and self control. He cried out again as Gabriel settled against his body, the sound louder, no longer trying to stifle the noises that burbled out of his throat. He let himself be played like an instrument, singing out the notes that Gabriel intended with every forceful lick and purposeful nip of teeth.<br/><br/>Paul sighed and moaned and sobbed and groaned, his face transforming freely with every emotion Gabriel inspired. There was pain at first, and anger and suffering and surrender. Then surprise and bashfulness, mortification and gratitude, elation and adoration. Bliss. Ecstasy. Pleasure. And more pleasure. And more and more and--<i>God! Yes! Such pleasure.<br/>
</i><br/>"A-angel," Paul whined as he writhed openly, his hands buried into Gabriel's hair as he arched into the crueler, meaner mouth assaulting him.<br/><br/>Paul loved it, loved the sting of pain that made his whole body twitch, his hips jerking up against Gabriel's leg, smearing drooling precum against his pale hip. Paul had never been so hard in his life, his cock pulsed, the head nearly purple he was so overwrought with pleasure. One good stroke would finish him, one good squeeze would have him shooting his load immediately, but he could last a little longer just frotting against his boy.<br/><br/>But then Gabriel bit down and Paul's voice jumped so high that it broke in his throat, his head thrown back as a strangled shout squeezed out of him. He did not come. He did not, and he had no idea why. It felt so amazing, so absurdly incredible, so indescribably<i>good </i>that Paul could hardly believe it.<br/><br/>"<i>Gabriel</i>," Paul whimpered, hand clamped on the back of Gabriel's neck, hips rutting against his thigh, body taught and breathless and frantic, "I will come, I will come, Angel,<i>Iwillcomesoon-wh-where Angel where?"<br/>
</i><br/>He all but babbled. He had promised. This was meant for Gabriel and his angel should decide where it would end but Paul was nearly to his limit, hanging on by a fraying thread.