Paul's tongue appeared, slipping over the soft nipple in a taunting manner that made Gabriel squirm, though he was tightly held in place and there was nowhere to go-- he was subdued, completely overtaken, and thoroughly speared.  He could do nothing, go nowhere, just let himself be played with until Paul was satisfied...<br/><br/>He heard Paul laugh, saw the smile on the man's face as he reveled in Gabriel's utter distress, like his tears were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.<i>You're mine</i>.  The words were thick with greed, with a ravenous hunger that sent sparks through Gabriel's spine, and he let out a light cry of shock as Paul thrust hard enough to bounce him against the bed.<i>You are mine...<br/>
</i><br/>Yes, yes he was.  Always.  Gabriel nodded, half in a daze as Paul began to lick the tears away; the touch was so gentle, barely there compared to the harshness in his hips.  Gabriel's cheeks were hot beneath the tears, flushed and burning, and he whined softly at the soothing licks.  Always his angel, would do anything for him...<br/><br/>Just as Gabriel couldn't hide Paul's effect on him, Paul couldn't pretend he wasn't near his end too.  The murmured question in his ear was hard to focus on, Gabriel's mind abuzz with the sensations in his body, but he understood... Yes, yes he was close.  He hoped for just a moment that Paul would let him go, he was being so good, yes; when it was denied, Gabriel crumpled, letting out a whimpering sound of frustration, but he nodded his head weakly.  Not yet... not yet...<br/><br/>Then Paul grabbed him by the throat, hand tight as his thrusts returned with a vengeance; he shouted, his commands ringing in Gabriel's ears, and the boy felt them reverberate in his chest as he tried so desperately to obey, to hold on just a little longer...  He felt like he was unraveling, losing his mind, in the best way possible.<br/><br/>And finally Paul came, filling him with more of his master, his Sir-- it made Gabriel shake, trembling from his head to his toes as he felt the slick heat shoved further in, so wonderful to be owned like this, to be gifted a piece of Paul...  Gabriel's ribs ached, chest heaving and every muscle tense with the effort it took to comply with Paul's demands; watching Paul find his own completion made things nearly impossible.<br/><br/>Paul's grip was vicelike, leaving Gabriel breathless beneath his grasp.  His face felt hot, vision blurry from tears and the pressure; every part of him tingled, throbbed, and he knew he couldn't hold on any more.  He'd die if he tried...<br/><br/><i>Come</i>.  The allowance barely left Paul's lips before Gabriel let go; he didn't have a choice, his body made it for him.  He tensed, arching off the mattress like the wire of a bow, and a harsh tremor ran down him to his groin, where his poor, mishandled cock twitched one last time before spurting out everything it had been denied.  Gabriel barely made a sound, couldn't even squeak, but his face said it all: every bit of intense pleasure, every bit of orgasmic feeling that had built, every ounce of ecstasy, it was all there.  Yes, yes...<br/><br/><i>Yes</i>...<br/><br/>He writhed silently, riding the storm of his climax, prolonged so cruelly but now the boy was so thankful, full of gratitude as he worshipped Paul with some last presses of his hips, some final, fluttering clenches against the man's shaft, and a sweet, slow sigh, the last bits of air in his lungs as Paul squeezed it out of him.  Green eyes, hazy and glazed and glossy with leftover tears, landed on Paul's, and Gabriel stared as if he were looking at the divine.