Paul let go only once Gabriel was finished, his hand slowly unfurling from his throat.  Gabriel breathed in shakily, watching Paul watch him; his dark eyes were so difficult to read, but the boy thought they seemed pleased with what they saw...  Though Gabriel could barely think, could barely move.  At the moment, everything was faded, tinted and blurred out, and it would take a little bit for the afterglow to wear off.<br/><br/>Paul's lips crept over his skin, along his damp face and down to his mouth; Gabriel was more than happy to accept the kiss, enjoying it contentedly, a sweet reward for being so good...  The man's fingers brushed along his cheek, a soft stroking, and Gabriel nearly cooed at the touch.  So gentle, so nice, a treat for his obedience...<br/><br/>Paul stared intently, and Gabriel could only look back, weary and completely satisfied.  Everything ached, tingled like pins and needles, overwhelmed and undone, just how Gabriel wanted to be-- he was in Paul's arms, in his master's embrace, with the man still inside him.  If Gabriel could have his way, the two of them would be frozen like this, together as one forever.<br/><br/>But that was not the way things were.  Slowly, Paul pulled himself free, making Gabriel moan quietly at the sudden emptiness.  He felt so hollow without Paul there, so absent; a vessel without its contents.  The man's fingers pressed in just for a moment, making his abused hole twitch, but they did not stay.  A shame...<br/><br/>Gabriel's chest rose and fell deeply as he worked on catching his breath, trying to regain the feeling in his limbs; his legs were spread wide, thighs open and spattered with crimson, erection spent and a white, milky stream decorating his stomach.  Added to the perfectly shaped bite around his nipple and the dark red collar on his neck, along with the handprints on his hips that were progressively bruising, the boy looked like the definition of debauchery, totally used and mistreated and so thankful for it.<br/><br/>Paul picked up the discarded plug and carefully pressed it back in, to Gabriel's mild surprise.  Were they not done...?  Did Paul want to use him more...?  Gabriel would of course do anything for him, would run himself into the ground to please the man...<br/><br/>He listened silently as Paul spoke, noting the stratchiness; his surprise only grew as Paul explained the rest of their plans for the evening.  Dinner...?  They only ever met here, at the club, and they certainly never went anywhere else...  A birthday gift, Gabriel supposed, and when Paul pushed on the plug, he couldn't help but shift against the touch with gratitude.  Dinner would be nice, very nice...<br/><br/>Those green eyes sharpened as Paul continued, their glassy, unfocused look disappearing to be replaced with an alert, intent stare.  Paul wanted to take him home-- take him to<i>his</i>home-- and after claiming him all over again, he wanted Gabriel... to stay.  He wanted his angel to stay, at his side, for... well, as long as it pleased him.  Which could be quite a while.<br/><br/>Gabriel just stared, wondering vaguely if perhaps Paul had fucked him a little too hard and he was imagining things, envisioning what he wanted most.  His heart beat hard and fast, pulse quick, thoughts frantic and tangled...  But a smile bloomed on his face, the softest he'd ever shown, and Gabriel merely gazed at Paul with complete acceptance, singing with joy without making a sound.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir."  Gabriel would go to the ends of the earth, wherever Paul wanted, and if Paul wanted him like that, like how Gabriel had most desperately hoped for, then he would gladly stay until his lord changed his mind.