Paul watched with gentle admiration, his eyes roaming over every single piece of skin revealed. First the feet, beautiful and delicate against the carpet.<br/><br/>Paul would have liked to call them dancer's feet except that he actually knew what dancer's feet looked like. They were not pretty things, toes bent and crooked, nails blackened and cracked, soles lumpy with callouses. The suffering for their art left them mangled, distorted in their crippling quest for grace.<br/><br/>Gabriel's feet were nothing of the sort. They were elegant and finely shaped, pink and soft and supple, each toe nail neat and buffed to a shine. Paul adored Gabriel's perfect little feet.<br/><br/>Then next was the shirt and Paul watched avidly as every button was popped open. He recognized his own handprint around Gabriel's beautiful throat, the marks faded to the sickly yellow of nearly healed. That would change tonight, but Paul would take his time in getting there. He was in a mood to savor, to tease, needing some indulgence after the tiresome week he had.<br/><br/>The shirt finally slipped away and there he was, Paul's lovely angel, his tiny little waist swathed in stiff white leather. It was not black but Paul made a pleased sound anyway, his legs uncrossing so he could lean slightly forward to see better. He could tell it was a touch too tight, Gabriel's pale skin pinched along the edges and his chest strained against the boning with every breath.<br/><br/>Paul smiled placidly, his cock already firming in his trousers at the sight.<br/><br/>Gabriel dutifully took off the rest but Paul's eyes kept on returning to the corset, entranced by how it sat around Gabriel's boney pelvis, how his nipples seemed all the more pinker compared to the pale leather. He loved the shape of it as Gabriel finally knelt at Paul's feet, the corset forcing him into perfect posture, spine arched and chest out and shoulders squared.<br/><br/>Paul sighed in contentment. How he had missed this beautiful little morsel.<br/><br/>Gently Paul moved his foot over and not so gently pressed his italian leather shoe against the vulnerable line of Gabriel's naked cock, pressing down just hard enough for the pattern of the sole to be imprinted on Gabriel's skin.