Gabriel was such a delightful little masochist. Paul remembered, fondly, stepping on the boy until he wept, not in agony but in gratitude. He had let Gabriel rut himself against his shoe until he came, and then forced the boy to clean the mess he made with his tongue. Gabriel had done it happily, blissfully and would probably do it again, just as shameless as before.<br/><br/>Paul didnt want that tonight though, so he pressed down for a few beats more just long enough for Gabriel to really feel it. Paul then lifted his foot and smirked at the sight of Gabriel's cock springing up, the imprint of the sole red against the shaft.<br/><br/>Paul shifted his foot onto Gabriel's thigh, a signal for the boy to undo the laces and remove his shoe. When that was done Paul let him do the other until he was left in his socked feet.<br/><br/>His hand found Gabriel's hair again, the strands as fine as silk. He indulgently petted it for a time, his fingers stroking along Gabriel's scalp as if he were a beloved pet. Eventually his touch became cruel as it always did, and he grabbed a fistful of the hair and steadily pulled Gabriel off his knees and into Paul's lap.<br/><br/>He never yanked harshly, he liked it too much to pull out strands and risk damaging it, but Gabriel moved so readily that he didnt have to pull very hard at all. The boy was happy to be guided anywhere by Paul's hands.<br/><br/>Once settled, Paul released Gabriel's hair in favor of the corset. Paul didnt have overly large hands but he could touch fingers as he encircled the narrowest part of Gabriel's waist. Now that was delightful.<br/><br/>Paul made a deeply pleased sound as he smoothed his palms over the stiff leather. One hand came round the back to feel the pronounced curved of Gabriel's spine, the other tracing up the front before hooking a finger just underneath Gabriel's adorably pink nipple, testing the tightness of the corset as it sat on his skin.<br/><br/>Paul had to make an effort to wriggle his finger inside, and his resulting smile was wide and held too many teeth to be entirely pleasant.<br/><br/>"Ah, my angel," he murmured softly and pulled Gabriel close by the corset for a sentimental kiss.<br/><br/>They didnt kiss often. Paul usually saved them for when Gabriel was delirious with pleasure, when his pink, plush lips would gape open in silent howls and gasping breaths. That's when Paul liked to tease Gabriel, to gently slide his mouth against the boy's in almost, not quite kisses, just barely there touches as soft as a whisper. At that point Gabriel would usually forget his perfect obedience, so overcome with sensation he would lose himself enough to become selfish and greedy.<br/><br/>Those were Paul's favorite moments, when Gabriel lost control, they happened so rarely. Gabriel, dazed, would lean into those light touches and then he would strain for it when he realized it was a kiss, pressing his entire body up desperately as if Paul held all the oxygen left in the world in his mouth.<br/><br/>Paul always denied him, and Gabriel would cry so sweetly, tortured that he could not have a single kiss. Anguished and so beautiful.<br/><br/>Those were the kind of kisses Paul indulged in, but sometimes he would offer ones like these as well, soft and gentle with the faintest hint of teeth. He only did it when he was very pleased with the boy.<br/><br/>It was sweet and unhurried, so slow that Gabriel might not notice that Paul's hand had left the corset and found itself around his throat until Paul started to squeeze. He didnt stop kissing the boy as he slowly exerted pressure on his neck, tightening until Gabriel was choking against his lips.