Paul had crooked toes. It was an imperfection easily hidden back when money was still involved in their relationship. Paul had never taken off his socks when they met in the play room. Even living together Gabriel would hardly see them as Paul always wore house slippers if he did not have his socks. Gabriel could have caught the occasional glimpse in the mornings but he has never seen them up close until now.<br/><br/>So he would discover that Paul had crooked toes. The big toes were angled just a little too sharply, the middle toes were longer than the rest, and both pinky toes curled in almost as if they had been broken and twisted inward. The knuckles were knobby and the skin settled deeply against the ligaments and bulging veins of his feet. Paul has always been self concious of them.<br/><br/>The nails, at least, were neat and the soles soft and supple. Paul regularly received pedicures but he has always considered his feet to be unsightly. That Gabriel started there, at the ugliest part of himself was almost too much.<br/><br/>Paul had to clench his fist in his hair to keep from kicking, from jerking his legs away from the ticklish, almost unnerving sensations that sparked from Gabriel's mouth and skittered up his bones. It punched him right in the gut, filling it with squirming, writhing agitation. The urge to laugh was unbearable.<br/><br/>Paul coughed to banish the sound from his throat and forced himself to endure. It became more manageable the longer Gabriel licked, not so ticklish as he ran his warm tongue along Paul's skin. It became so much worse when Gabriel used his teeth.<br/><br/>Paul hissed while his whole leg twitched, the knee contracting as Gabriel bit down on Paul's ankle. A hot flare of sensitivity and insufferable awareness flooded through his veins, sweeping from his feet to the top of his head like a wave of the ocean. His calf clenched, muscles jumping, heart racing, all because of that small point of contact.<br/><br/>Tonight was going to be an ordeal if Gabriel kept at this pace.