Whatever Paul thought of himself, whatever parts he felt were flawed, Gabriel did not share in those beliefs: his Sir was an immaculate, perfected form that people strove to be like but could not achieve.  Everything about him was beautiful, and his feet were no exception-- Gabriel liked the crookedness of Paul's toes, the shape of them, the texture of his veins underneath his skin.  They were feet that carried Gabriel's whole world.<br/><br/>As he kissed and licked, he could feel Paul grow tense, shifting restlessly underneath his touch.  It was subtle, so well controlled, but it was there...  and it only continued as Gabriel did, showering attention on his lord and delighting in every vague response, every restrained reaction.  And then Paul hissed when Gabriel bit down, a jolt running down his leg; he kept from pulling away, but there was no way to hide now.  Gabriel's caresses were doing something, something strange and wondrous, and he was determined to see how far he could go.<br/><br/>He smiled against Paul's ankle, nuzzled against the stinging bite and tingling nerves, and worked his way back down to tease his Sir just a little longer.  Gabriel pressed sweet kisses here and there before nipping at the soft, thin flesh on the top of Paul's foot, then kept traveling until he reached his big toe...  And then he took that crooked, perfect toe into his mouth, held it between his teeth, and sucked softly.<br/><br/>Gabriel had licked the bottom of Paul's shoes before, had done many things to please, but this was just for him-- a selfish desire, to have a piece of Paul that had never been given before, and now it was his.  He ran his tongue over the soft padding, along the side and stroking at the base, and then in a moment of impishness, the boy bit: a gentle bite, barely worth calling it one, but enough for Paul to feel the way his teeth settled against sensitive nerves, filled with all the love and devotion his angel held for him, and he turned his gaze to Paul's face to see whatever glorious expression his Sir might make.