Paul slowly breathed through Gabriel's wandering attention, eyes carefully averted. It was a weakness being unable to meet Gabriel's jade bright gaze, Paul knew, but it was also deference and obedience, things that Paul had to reach for as they were so unfamiliar to him.<br/><br/>Ever since his teenaged years, Paul ensured to never place himself in a position of vulnerability, but for Gabriel he would endure it. He would trust his angel with this, allow the transference of power with grace and gratitude. He knew Gabriel would cherish what he would discover and witness, would see Paul's loss of control as something precious. He would never mock it or use it against Paul, the boy was too devoted to ever harm him. Not in the ways he didnt want.<br/><br/>That comforted Paul, it allowed him to push away the urge to dominate, to wrestle back authority and distance himself from the terrifying intimacy of Gabriel's touch. No one had ever made him feel like this. It left Paul reeling with a swirl of chaotic emotions. There was fear and agitation but also a strange sort of peace, a vibrating serenity that made him yearn for more even as he dreaded every passing second.<br/><br/>This is what Gabriel must feel every time he put himself into Paul's hands. He ceded far easier, so lovingly, so ready to be played like an instrument, unashamed of his reactions. He made it seem effortless. Paul should try to emulate him.<br/><br/>Gabriel's mouth left Paul's leg and wandered to his hip and the birthmark. Paul knew he would visit there, that other marring of imperfection on Paul's sculpted body. He was not so vain as to have it removed, not when it inspired such curiosity in his lovers, and Gabriel was absolutely fascinated.<br/><br/>Paul finally dared to look down as Gabriel kissed the red smear, his lips nearly the same hue. Paul's grandmother had once told him that his birthmark was a kiss from an angel, and it was easy to believe that Gabriel had made that mark, that his lips were perfectly matched to the shape of it.<br/><br/>Paul breathed out slowly and no longer cared that his face was red and his eyes were over bright. He wanted this. He wanted Gabriel to cherish him. His angel deserved the truth of his devotion, he was owed that after giving Paul everything of himself. It was Paul's turn to reciprocate.<br/><br/>When Gabriel looked up, he would find nothing but love in his expression. Pure, unapologetic adoration.