Yes, that was what he wanted, that was what Gabriel was waiting for; his mind sang triumphantly as Paul responded to his touch, opening up to him and letting him past every barricade.  There were no walls now, there was nothing but Paul, pure Paul...  It was like reaching the beating heart of a star, the melted core of the earth: dangerous, costly, impossible, but worth every effort to reach.  And he had, he had reached it, had reached the center of his lord...<br/><br/>Every sound and action brought Gabriel closer, acting like an incubus and feeding off of Paul's desperate moans and haunting cries, the way he squirmed and pressed against him with so much need; it was so delectable, so unbelievable, to have his Sir like this for him...  A selfish thought, but Gabriel would give anything to pause time and keep this moment playing over and over, the moment where Paul gave in and gave himself to his boy, his angel.<br/><br/>If Gabriel could have seen the faces Paul made, he might have been undone just by looking.  Instead, he focused on what he could hear, what he could feel, rutting up against Paul and holding the man between his lips; there was so much, so much building in him and flowing through, electricity sparking between them and such heat Gabriel half thought the bed should be aflame.  Paul cried out and sobbed and called him angel and reached for his touch, and Gabriel could only mindlessly give everything he could possibly offer.<br/><br/>The bite made Paul sing, made him hit a note of pleasure Gabriel had never heard.  It sounded more beautiful than anything; if Gabriel went deaf, he could be happy just replaying that same noise over and over in his head.  But the words that followed... Oh, they were even better.  Paul said his name, the syllables falling from his tongue like drops of honey, his wonderful hand holding tightly to the young man's neck, and he spoke quickly in a broken, panting way.  He was going to come, he was ready to come... but he was asking his angel where.  He was asking.<br/><br/>It was unprecedented, unexpected, and Gabriel had to keep himself from letting loose his orgasm in response; his body trembled as he fucked against Paul's leg, he let out a muffled keening wail as he throbbed and left a glistening trail over Paul's skin, hands reaching for empty air and fingers curling around nothing.  Paul could come anywhere he wanted, just as long as he did, just a long as this was good enough, that Gabriel was good enough to make his Sir weep with the same ecstasy he felt whenever Paul did this to him.  There were tears pricking at the corners of his pale green eyes, and Gabriel answered by biting directly down on Paul's nipple, using the last of his sense to keep from hurting the man.  His Sir could come anywhere he pleased, but he had to come<i><b>now</b></i>.