As Gabriel positioned himself, Paul did something unusual, out of their ordinary pattern-- he began to undress.  Normally, it was only Gabriel who was bare; Paul tended to keep his clothes on, sometimes taking nothing off, though there had been times where a few layers had disappeared... But not like this.  Not for a long time.<br/><br/>Green eyes, still wet with tears but not quite fallen, honed in on each bit of skin revealed.  Paul was meticulous, taking his time to fold everything as he set it aside, creases sharp and carefully laid out; a ruler could not be more exact.  And as for his body...  Gabriel adored every piece of Paul, his gaze reverent as he stared: Paul was perfection, held himself to a higher standard than most could achieve, was an artist's dream if one ever got the chance to see under all those clothes.  It always made Gabriel feel special, the few rare glimpses he'd been given, and he'd treasured every instance where he'd been allowed to bask in Paul's glorious form.<br/><br/>Even now, when he was in trouble, he couldn't help but let his eyes flow along the planes of Paul's chest, his strong arms, down the tight line of his stomach, his lovely, carved hips...  There was that tiny little birthmark, so beautiful.  Gabriel often fantasized about kissing it, pressing his lips against as much of Paul as he was ever allowed to touch...<br/><br/>He was immensely grateful for this unique treat, seeing Paul bare himself like this, but it still puzzled him.  How was this punishment...?  Was it part of the punishment at all...?  Gabriel could only gaze and try to memorize every line, every angle, and hold onto the image for as long as possible.<br/><br/>He lay perfectly still as Paul approached, hands at his sides and fingers spread against the surface of the bed; Gabriel didn't move as Paul began to touch him again, still too gentle and teasing...  But then Paul kissed the delicate skin on the top of his foot, and Gabriel blinked.<br/><br/>That had never happened before; Paul only ever kissed his neck, biting and nipping with his teeth, or sometimes his mouth when he was very good... Not anywhere else.  Gabriel's eyes were sharp, alert, cautious as a deer as he tried to figure out what was happening.  He did not understand...<br/><br/>More softness, more gentleness as Paul continued, asking him questions in between presses of lips in places they had never been.  Gabriel barely moved, but the faintest twitch beneath Paul's mouth revealed the sensitivity, thin skin and nerves so easily sparked.  He watched curiously as Paul slowly made his way, from foot to foot and then up his leg, all so mercilessly sweet...<br/><br/>The boy nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak, afraid he might say the wrong thing.  Yes, he did want Paul to touch him, to feel him everywhere all the time...  It was all so tantalizing, promising, but cruel; if only Paul would use those lovely lips and bare those shining teeth and<i>bite down</i>...  But yes, he was grateful.  He would take anything, even if it was only those barely-there caresses, and he nodded again, a little more to show his gratitude and appreciation for whatever Paul deigned to give him.