Paul began to unbutton his dress shirt as Gabriel climbed on the bed. He was meticulous with his clothes as he always was, undressing unhurriedly and folding everything that he took off. There was an undershirt, and then his trousers and black boxer briefs, all removed and set aside neatly. His socks and sock garters he kept on. He never took off his socks.<br/><br/>The man was surprisingly fit beneath his crisp clean suits. His exacting standards started with himself, first and foremost, and he kept to a rigorous workout schedule to combat all rich foods he was expected to eat at his many appointments and gallery openings.<br/><br/>His shoulders were broad, his arms well defined, and his waist surprisingly trim compared to the broadness of his chest. He had the long, toned legs of a natural born runner, thighs corded with thick muscles, shins sharp and boney while the calves behind bulged with every shift and movement.<br/><br/>His skin was smooth and hairless except for the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair around his half hard cock. There was no scar or mark or blemish in sight. The only imperfection was a small, red birthmark that marred his left hip, shaped nearly like a kiss.<br/><br/>Gabriel did not see Paul naked very often since they didnt actually fuck every time they saw each other. Sometimes Paul was completely content with beating the boy, making him cum repeatedly, and then leaving without ever touching himself. Sometimes he didnt even remove his jacket, but today was quite different indeed.<br/><br/>Paul came to the bed and touched Gabriel's foot, his thumb smoothing along his lovely ankle. He leaned down and kissed the top of it, then a little closer to the instep. This was new, completely new, as Paul had never placed his mouth anywhere but Gabriel's lips and his neck, and that usually involved sharp and angry teeth.<br/><br/>"Why so tense?" Paul murmured as he began to kiss along Gabriel's toes, "is this not what you wanted? My hands... my lips...upon you?"<br/><br/>He switched to Gabriel's other foot, pressing ticklish butterfly kisses there as his hands brushed up Gabriel's legs.<br/><br/>"Are you not happy?" Paul asked as he made his way up Gabriel's ankle, to his shin, to his knee, soft lips and warm breaths and soothing, gentle hands, "are you not grateful?"