It was almost distressing the way Gabriel's mouth and teeth felt against Paul's foot. It was one point of contact, so exceedingly simple and yet the reactions it caused were tremendous. Paul wanted to pull away with the entirety of his being, or fall apart laughing like a drunken fool, or beg, plead, demand for it all to stop. To take it back, to shove Gabriel away and say no more, you've gotten too close, no one is supposed to see me like this.<br/><br/>But Paul couldn't even if he wanted to. He had made a promise and he was a man of his word. Gabriel deserved this, deserved to have someone love him and be allowed to love back in all the ways he wanted, that he needed. Paul was capable of giving him that.<br/><br/>At the same time, Paul adored it as much as he hated it. He felt weak and wildly out of control, surprised by the responses of his own body. He thought he knew himself well but apparently there were still more things to learn, and Paul possessed a great love for all things new and challenging.<br/><br/>And it was a challenge to keep his noises to himself, to keep his limbs locked in position instead of flailing about as he wanted to, though he could not help the quivering of his belly. He held his breath to halt the shuddering but that only worked for so long before his lungs protested at the squirming, quivering sensations radiating upward from his foot and he was forced to breathe out or lose it altogether.<br/><br/>He giggled exactly once, a small coughing, dismayed sound, and then bit down on his bicep so he would not do it again.<br/><br/>Thankfully Gabriel was merciful. If he had stayed, if he had been determined to love every inch of Paul's feet, and suck on every toe and press kisses to his soles Paul might have broken. He might have given in to the floundering urges and laughed himself red in the face until he was crying, until he was shaking all over, joyous and jittery and distraught.<br/><br/>But Gabriel moved on and Paul was equal parts thankful and disappointed, though he would never dare admit it.<br/><br/>This time he allowed himself to sigh in relief against his arm now baring an indentation of his own teeth. Paul reemerged cautiously as Gabriel kissed up his leg, feeling hot in the face, throat dry and tongue thick in his mouth while his heartbeat thundered away in his ears.<br/><br/>The ticklish sensations echoed throughout his body but it was easier to manage now that its source was left alone. Gabriel's bite on his thighs only served to settle him. Pain was familiar, he knew how to handle it better than squirmy quaking and helpless laughter.<br/><br/>The muscle did jump into Gabriel's mouth but then quickly relaxed against his teeth. Paul cleared his throat with a soft groan and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling with watery eyes. He had come so very close to crying when ten lashes with a flogger couldnt make him tear up. He refused to look at Gabriel knelt over his legs, he had to keep his eyes averted so he could piece together his shredded composure despite knowing he would lose it the moment Gabriel reached his chest.<br/><br/>Whenever the boy managed to get there.