Paul appreciated Gabriel's wide eyed look of wonderment as he processed the command. Paul was allowing too much, crossing lines the boy had probably never dreamed of crossing, but he was smart enough to not question Paul's rare generosity. He made a sound, a broken aching sound filled with such raw desire that it rang in Paul's ears, echoing into the darkest depths of his mind.<br/><br/>Then Gabriel moved. He ducked his head and kissed Paul's neck so Paul pulled him close, settling the boy in his lap just as his teeth sank in. Paul hissed, but Gabriel would not be able to see the smile that he loved so much spread across his face. Razor sharp and dangerous, deranged with such ominous delight.<br/><br/>Gabriel was not the only masochist among them. Paul sighed as he held his angel close, his cock a hot insistent prodding at Gabriel's stomach beneath the water. The pain was exquisite, Paul had almost forgotten how good it felt to be on the receiving end. It had been so long since he allowed anyone so close.<br/><br/>Gabriel was not timid. He chewed on Paul before giving another vicious bite, exultant in his sudden freedom to do as he wished. He did not waste time as his fingers dug into Paul's back, dragging firey red lines that burned and burned, the salt of the water and his own sweat making it sting deliciously.<br/><br/>Paul groaned as Gabriel broke skin, a brief sound but it had been punched out of him all the same.<br/><br/>Gabriel had blood on his mouth when he pulled back, and god... Paul had never seen anything more beautiful. No painting could ever compare.<br/><br/>The contrast, the composition, the lewd pinkness of his skin, delicately bloted on his cheeks but painted obscenely wet at his swollen mouth, the bottom lip stained with the most vivid red that could ever exist. A thin trail of it dripped down his chin, a red line cascading down his neck, inspiring the eye to follow but Paul could not look away.<br/><br/>Gabriel's eyes enchanted him. His pale eyelashes had spiked from the water, clumped together like white rose thorns. They framed the unfathomable depths of his eyes, so green and brilliant that Paul could hardly breathe.<br/><br/>Gabriel touched him softly, and Paul kissed him violently for it. Paul loved him. Paul loved his angel. And only those he loved were allowed to leave their mark on him.<br/><br/>He licked the blood away from Gabriel's mouth and the water sloshed, more of it splashing against the floor and no doubt soaking into the clothes he had carelessly left there. Paul was unconcerned. His focus was on his angel and how best to devour him. To keep him close and never let him go.