"Speak, sweetheart," Paul said as he kissed along Gabriel's knee cap, not once brushing his teeth against the boy's skin, "you were so eager to talk before, you have the chance now..."<br/><br/>Paul glided his hands up to Gabriel's thighs and ever so gently pushed them apart. It would have been better if the boy had been tied down, rope, the black nylon ones cutting into his skin, squeezing his milky flesh so they left behind their marks like ghostly apparitions. A sign that he had been possessed, had been claimed. Instead Paul had to content himself with pressing kisses to where he would have placed the rope, following the invisible lines he imagined in his head.<br/><br/>How did regular people have vanilla sex? It was just so boring.<br/><br/>"Tell me, come on," Paul pressed as kissed along Gabriel's inner thigh, his tone playful and goading, "use your words. Tell me what you really wanted for your birthday."<br/><br/>Paul knew Gabriel had lied, he could always tell when the boy held something back or censored his responses. The boy might be under the assumption that Paul shouldn't be bothered with such trivial matters, but that was for Paul to decide and he hated having to ask for clarification. When he asked, he expected a prompt and truthful answer.