Gabriel held onto Paul softly, reverently. He was right to do so, Paul gave him so little chance to touch. Their relationship had always been one sided in this, that Paul could claim his whole body but Gabriel could only savor what was allowed.<br/><br/>It has always been this way for Paul. He was careful with his body and who could come close to it, who was allowed to touch. The privileged were very, very few and none had ever gained the entirety of himself. Something was always held back. Something was always secreted and hidden away, denied.<br/><br/>Tonight, Paul did not want to deny Gabriel anything.<br/><br/>He allowed Gabriel to touch, to grasp, to slide his soft fingers over the hard planes of Paul's body. His lips though were hard and insistent on Paul's throat, laying claim as much as he dared.<br/><br/>"Bite me..." Paul murmured as his fingers clenched at Gabriel's thin hips. He wanted to feel the urgency of Gabriel's desire, wanted to feel his violence and pain and need. He wanted Gabriel's marks on his body, evidence that his angel was worthy of standing by his side. Of claiming what was his. Of cementing where he belonged.<br/><br/>"Whatever you wish, angel. Take it..."