'On your back...' his angel commanded so on his back Paul laid. He spread himself out in the sheets, limbs stretching out indulgently, granting Gabriel a visual feast of his body. He was aware of what he looked like and was not shy in displaying it's best assets.<br/><br/>Paul arched his back slightly to tighten the definition of his abdomen, the skin rippling with the movement over the hard muscles beneath. He rested his arms behind his head so Gabriel could see the bulge of his biceps and shoulders, the vulnerable underside of his arms and armpits, the swell of his well formed pecs. His nipples were still hard. He then crossed his ankles and his long legs seemed even longer, the slopes of his muscular thighs making elegant lines against the crisp white bedding. The red of his birthmark stood out starkly against his hip, a pleasing counterpoint to the wet, ruddy head of his cock laying heavy on his stomach.<br/><br/>Even submissive, he still held himself like a king ready to be serviced. Paul tilted his head back to expose the long line of his throat and waited, letting Gabriel choose where ever he wanted to begin.