Paul settled his hand on the delightful curve of Gabriel's hip. The boy had perched himself delicately but Paul pulled him close, allowing his side to plaster against Paul's chest, close and intimate in ways he usually didnt indulge in but he was feeling generous this morning. Gabriel deserved a bit of spoiling.<br/><br/>Paul made a contented sound as he placed a kiss on the side of Gabriel's neck before cutting into the meal. Gabriel was thin enough that it was easy to work around him and Paul loaded the fork neatly with drippy egg, crisp spinach and smoked salmon before bringing it to Gabriel's lips.<br/><br/>The flavors were clean and rich in their simplicity, the yolks perfectly drippy, the greens fresh and tangy with a zesty dressing, the fish so tender it practically melted on the tongue.<br/><br/>After Gabriel dutifully took his mouthful, Paul took a bite for himself. The meal continued in that fashion, broken up by sips of water which Paul also held to Gabriel's lips. The boy wasnt allowed to use his hands, after all.<br/><br/>Then they started in on the french toast. The crust was flawless, the bread spongy with syrup and berry juice. It was sweet and decadent, a sugary counterpoint to the luxuriant salad. Paul couldnt help but admire how the berries stained Gabriel's lips an alluring dark purple, too dark for blood but the mind made the connection anyway.<br/><br/>Paul had to have a taste. His hand grasped Gabriel's hair and turned his head so Paul could angle their mouths together. It was less a kiss and more a plundering as Paul licked at Gabriel's stained lips, tasting sugar and raspberries.