Paul would never get enough of Gabriel, not when he looked this good, this rapturous, this enslaved to Paul's touch. The man only took a moment to admire the clench of Gabriel's body, the heat and tightness encasing his fingers, already fluttering with distress as his orgasm approached. Paul was relentless even as Gabriel sobbed and fought off the desperate urge to come. He might as well have been battling back the tides with how well Paul played his body, knowing exactly where to press and prod and jab to have the boy go wild.<br/><br/>Without warning or preamble, Paul pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock in. The transition was rough and inelegant, almost violent as he began to thrust at a ferocious pace. He did not allow Gabriel time to adjust, he knew how the boy liked the burn of the stretch, how he liked it to hurt and ache when Paul finally took him.<br/><br/>Paul fucked him like it was it's own punishment. His hands clamped down like vices on Gabriel's slim hips as he pulled the boy into every thrust, the smacking of their bodies brutal and loud. There would be bruises, perfect handprints on Gabriel's pelvis, and Paul growled with animalistic glee as he could see the marks already forming. It was such a gorgeous sight, Gabriel's pale skin dotted with so much color, the bruising of his lovely throat, the ghostly impression of the corset on his ribs, the bloody smear on his open thighs, the vibrant shade of his abused erection, nearly purple it was so hard. But Paul thought he could still use more.<br/><br/>Paul's mouth found its way to Gabriel's chest, his blood stained lips latching onto a pink nipple. His hands left Gabriel's hips to catch his thin wrists, and he held them down into the mattress as he continued to rut into the boy. His teeth sank into Gabriel's flesh once more, making a perfect circle around the areola as if to mark it as something important, something to focus on, something to draw the eye.