Paul had never understood how or why this affected him so, how a single pair of lips on his nipple could have his whole body quaking, how a flicking tongue or a gentle bite could make him keen, make him whine like a little bitch even at his age. He thought he needed to keep such a thing secret as a younger man, humiliated by such a ridiculous weakness. That opinion hadnt changed much over the years so he had rarely indulged in exploring the depths of his sensitivity. There was only one other person that had been allowed to touch him like this, and she hadnt gotten half as far as Gabriel.<br/><br/>But for his angel, Paul would endure, even though seemed it wouldnt last very long. Already he felt himself leaking, a thick dribbling of precum pouring down his hard cock. Paul could come from this, he realized frantically.<br/><br/>He did all he could to resist it. He held his body as still as possible, stifled his moans behind gritted teeth, held his breath so he would not scream, twisted his feet so he would not kick under Gabriel's admittedly gentle onslaught. He did not know if it was better or worse that he started so soft and slow. But it did not matter, Paul could hardly stand any of it no matter the pace.<br/><br/>He wanted to cry out, to let his hips snap up and fuck the empty air, to thrash against the bed and rumple the sheets, to break under Gabriel's perfect mouth. Paul didnt know how long he could last like this, and a desperate groan whined out of his throat, sounding so very alien in his own ears.<br/><br/>In all this, his hands were loose in Gabriel's hair, merely holding the boy. If he put any tension in his hands at all he might strangle Gabriel to make it stop, but he reminded himself again and again that he had made a promise.<br/><br/>Gabriel was allowed to have this, and so was Paul.<br/><br/>Finally, something in the man crumbled under the pressure, finally succumbed to the aching weakness, finally submitted, and he let out a ragged sob overcome with pleasure.