There was Gabriel's smile, his true smile, the ones reserved exclusively for Paul. It was not as lovely as his fear, but the elation, devotion, and wonder on his face was so pure that Paul could not help but be entranced. He believed it when Gabriel said such words, in that earnest, aching way when smiling like that.<br/><br/>It sounded like a prayer, like supplication, and Paul knew that if he really wanted, he could steal Gabriel away. He had no doubt the boy would let him. His love was so obvious, his adoration so blatantly apparent. In the same way a flower turned to the sun, Gabriel was always turning to Paul, blooming under his gaze, coming alive under his touch.<br/><br/>Paul gave up the pretense of kindness, already bored of it. He didnt come here to pretend afterall, the beauty of being with Gabriel was being able to be himself. He already gave up the idea of using toys so he would not go back on that but there was plenty he could do with his mouth and hands alone. And he knew, intimately, just how much Gabriel loved his hands.<br/><br/>Smiling his shark grin, he very calmly reached between Gabriel's wide open thighs, to his reddening cock that was beginning to stiffen again thanks to the oozing bites on either side. He reached down and pinched the head between two fingers, squeezing down so Gabriel squealed with the pain of it. He did not let up until the boy was hitching his hips, either trying to get away or lean into it.<br/><br/>When his thrashing became too much Paul let go and then immediately slapped his balls. He wanted the boy howling.