Those fingers, they were deadly in their aim; Gabriel knew he was losing this game, Paul would win...  And then Paul was in him, and that was almost enough to make Gabriel break.  He loved the roughness, Paul just taking him without a thought to comfort, without a thought to prepare-- Gabriel was just<i>his</i>, and that was that.  To be claimed so completely, so wholely....  It hurt as Paul forced himself in, and Gabriel made a soft, strained sound as he willed himself to remember to obey: not yet, not even if it felt like heaven...<br/><br/>But the thrusting almost made him forget.  There was no buildup, no slow progression; Paul just started fast and hard, hips snapping and hands digging into Gabriel's skin, pulling him into each shove as the boy gasped at the first movement.  Paul didn't 'make love'.  The man fucked, truly<i>fucked</i>, the action matching the harshness of the word, and Gabriel nearly melted as he was so ferociously attacked, his hole stretched tight and body being pillaged.<br/><br/>Oh, it was so perfect, everything Gabriel could ever want...  He arched into it all, into Paul's hands and his hips as they came together over and over again, building the torturous ecstasy that the young man was forbidden from experiencing.  Gabriel let out little sounds, mewls and whimpers mingled with desperate, pleading cries, as his hands gripped the mattress and his legs trembled around Paul and his hard, throbbing cock rubbed insistently against Paul's stomach.  The boy looked like he was in purgatory-- not quite hell, not quite heaven, stuck in an in-between realm where he was hopelessly lost, pale brows drawn together, jade eyes glistening with unshed tears at the cruelty of it all.  If only he could come, if only he could release himself... But Paul had said to hold it, and Gabriel ever so wanted to be<i>good</i>...<br/><br/>He wanted to be so good...<i>so, so good</i>...  Faintly he felt Paul let go of his hips, leaving delightful impressions of his hands against the fragile curves, and then felt Paul grip his wrists, pinning him down to the bed as the man continued to thrust unceasingly.  His beautiful mouth found Gabriel's chest, latched onto a soft pink nipple; the boy's quiet keening turned into a loud, begging noise as Paul bit down, the nipple stiffening behind his lips as his teeth sank in.<br/><br/>Gabriel's cock pulsed warningly, nearly beyond any control.  The boy trembled from head to toe as he diligently tried to bring himself back from the edge, just barely holding on, but it was so hard...  He sobbed again, toes curling and tears just beginning to slink down his pale cheeks, the smallest drops of pre leaking from his tip as his body shivered with the tremendous effort, all while Paul continued his merciless tirade, his constant assault on that sweet center hidden so carefully inside.<br/><br/><i>Please, please</i>... Please let him come...  His angel wanted to be so good, to be everything his master wanted, but even he couldn't hold back much longer, weeping and begging for his God to have the least bit of mercy on his perfect slave.