Paul loved when Gabriel's body betrayed him. He was so serene usually, so poised, so otherworldly that it was a delight to see him unmade. No matter how calm he was, his body still fought for air when it was denied him, his chest heaving and desperate even when his eyes held nothing but serenity. Well, serenity and excitement.<br/><br/>Paul could see how round his pupils had gone, pushing out the glassy green to make his eyes all the darker and hungrier. Paul liked the look of them, how the doll like exterior faded away whenever Paul hurt him, turning him into a real boy.<br/><br/>He watched as Gabriel calmed, that genuine smile on his lips even as he panted for air. He was always so grateful for it, so delighted by the pain as if it were a gift. Paul smiled at the reverent 'thank you...' and his hand came up to cup Gabriel's face, his thumb tracing along his lovely mouth.<br/><br/>Already Gabriel's throat was turning red, a new collar forming. Paul would have it black before the night was through.<br/><br/>Once again Paul attention returned to the corset. It was lovely but it would be in the way for what he wanted to do, so his fingers began to unhook the eyelets one by one. It required him to pull the corset tighter so he could pull each hook out, and he did uncaringly, knowing Gabriel would like the squeeze on his ribs.<br/><br/>It took some time but eventually it was open and Paul peeled it away from Gabriel's body like shedding skin. He eyed the marks that it had left behind and smoothed his hand over the creases where the boning had dug in, admiring all the impression it had left behind.