This wasn't new, had been done before, and Gabriel had gone even further than simply stroke at Paul's shoe as the man stepped on him, but it seemed that particular kind of debasement wasn't what he wanted tonight.  Instead, he pressed down a little longer, until Gabriel nearly trembled, and the boy's arousal was obvious when he pulled away.  Gabe knew he was a freak for liking this, wanting to be hurt, but he couldn't help it... and Paul was so perfectly obliging.<br/><br/>He shifted his foot onto Gabriel's thigh, and he understood instinctively what to do, carefully untying the laces and treating everything as if it were made of gold.  The boy did the same with the other, until Paul's shoes were off and reverently set aside, and then he felt Paul's hand in his hair again, that soft lulling touch he used before he got rough.  Gabe would have purred if he could, green eyes half-lidded as he relished the attention; then Paul's merciless grip returned, and Gabriel surrendered to it with ease, moved with such little effort.<br/><br/>Paul pulled him into his lap, Gabriel perched there and fitting like he was meant for it.  His hands explored over the corset, along the hard surface to roam along the back and front, playing at the tabs and meandering where they pleased.  Gabriel loved the exploration, the way Paul's fingers could touch around the smallest part of his waist like puzzle pieces fitting together, and he delighted in the feel of those same fingers teasing at his skin, prodding his knobby spine and digging past the stiff boning of the corset to touch beneath the leather cover.<br/><br/>It was wonderful, but more so was the smile, a smile that only Gabriel could love, sharp and dangerous.  Then those soft little words, spoken with praise that made him want to grovel at Paul's feet once more, and then the best treat of all-- a kiss.<br/><br/>It was a real one, not those horrible, taunting, infuriating brushing of lips that Paul liked to tease him with, toying with him so much it made him want to scream as he begged, cried, pleaded.  They were so cruel, so unfair, the promise of heaven if he could only reach a little farther, could strain to close the distances or hold Paul still; but Gabriel was always helpless, just how he wanted to be, and it was a divine torture he could scarcely imagine or explain.<br/><br/>This one was real, and Gabriel wasted no time in savoring it, lips warm and soft.  He was so defenseless, melted so easily in Paul's arms; even if Gabriel had been aware of the slow travel of the man's hand, he would not have stopped it.  He didn't feel the first feathery touches, didn't notice the slow tightening of his throat until too late: by then, Paul had him held firmly, squeezing the breath from his lungs.<br/><br/>It left him gasping, short little pants for air as his lips sat against Paul's.  Gabriel squirmed in Paul's lap, making no attempt to pull himself free or alter the man's actions; if he wanted to choke him until he couldn't see, if he wanted to squeeze until Gabriel was out cold, that was fine...  Gabe really didn't care, as long as the pleasure and the pain continued.<br/><br/>He could feel things growing numb and tingly, chest aching from the effort, and his hands rested lightly on Paul's chest over the fabric of his suit, just to touch him until he couldn't feel him anymore.  A small smile was at his parted lips, the dark pupils in his eyes dilating like whirlpools in crystaline seas.  Paul could choke him until there was no return...  At such a point, he wouldn't have any capacity to care.