Paul smiled, just enough for Gabriel to know he was pleased with what he saw, and that was worth more than all the compliments and pick-up lines he heard regularly by others in the club, on the street...  None of the flattery and empty praise compared to that little smile, that vague look of enjoyment that told the boy he was wanted.<br/><br/>He knew Paul liked corsets-- the shape, the form, how they restricted movement and held the wearer captive-- and he watched the man's cold eyes rove over him with appreciation, focusing on the pink irritation at the edges, the slightly burdened breaths he let out as his lungs fought for just a little more air...  A wearable, beautiful prison, and Gabriel was happy to be caged if Paul so wished.<br/><br/>It kept him upright as he knelt, entirely exposed and at Paul's disposal.  The man looked him over, letting out a sound of satisfaction, before he picked up his foot and placed it on Gabriel's open lap.<br/><br/>The bottom of his expensive shoe pressed hard against the young man; Gabriel sat up even straighter, a quiet hiss in his throat that hinted at delight instead of discomfort, and he let himself be stepped on.  It hurt, just enough, just a taste of what was to come...  Paul's shoe would leave a mark on the sensitive skin, cock twitching underneath the rigid sole; anyone else would have been miserable with this, but not Gabriel.  He loved it, loved anything from this man...<br/><br/>Gabriel brought his hands up to stroke at the leather, caressing the slightly pointed tip and running his fingers up to the rim where he could feel Paul's ankle through his sock.  He did not try to lessen the pressure; instead it was like he was holding Paul there, allowing him access and free reign, and the boy let out a soft note of longing.  He'd missed this...