Paul twirled the plug, over and over, just as Gabriel hoped he would.  It moved with ease, seated nicely inside and held in place as he squirmed; the lube was slick, made the toy slide whichever way Paul wanted to turn it, and Gabriel simply let himself be played with.  He was Paul's toy, his doll, his to manipulate and do as he liked...<br/><br/>He felt those teeth and lips disappear, then heard Paul laugh, a rare sound-- it was dark and mean and cold, so beautiful just like the rest of him, curling up in Gabriel's ears like smoke.  Gabriel loved it, felt special to hear it as Paul gazed at him so intently... It made him feel like he was being stared at by a god, amused by his little mortal self.<br/><br/>And then Paul bit him again, the snap of his teeth glorious and harsh, his jaw solid as it gripped the soft inside of his thigh.  Gabriel yelped again, more a sound of excitement than hurt; he couldn't hold onto the plug, Paul yanking it free and leaving him empty, but only for a moment before filling him once more.<br/><br/>Paul's fingers pressed in without care, just delved straight past Gabriel's entrance and dove in as far as they could.  They found what they were looking for, that secret little treasure, and immediately began their raid: Gabriel tensed, back arching from the mattress and hips shifting towards Paul's assault, hands tight on the bed as he panted and moaned.  Oh, Paul could always find it, knew Gabriel's body better than he did himself...<br/><br/>His thighs began to shake, body trembling and shivering with each thrust, so perfectly aligned to hit the target every time.  The heat in his groin grew, near burning him up; toes curled, fingers dug into the sheets, gasps and small cries fluting from Gabriel's mouth as his hole clutched and fluttered desperately around Paul's fingers, such lovely, dangerous weapons...<br/><i><br/>
Don't you dare come</i>.  Paul's voice came back to him in his haze, and he stared with wide, glassy eyes, catching on the vivid red smeared on the man's lips.<i>Don't you dare angel...</i><br/><br/>In response to Paul's order, his threat, Gabriel let out a low keening sob, aching in his throat as he jerkily nodded his head, green eyes shutting tight for a second before opening again, shining and wet as he bit his lip.  He twitched, writhed, muscles jumping and tensing as the attack continued relentlessly, like a mechanical doll with a short in its circuitry, and nodded again to show he would obey.<br/><br/>He could do that, he could hold it; it was so hard, he felt so<i>close</i>, but he couldn't bear it if Paul left... So he'd be good, he'd be obedient and hold his pleasure until his master let him go.