Gabriel said nothing, his mouth too busy in its work to pull away. He hadnt done it once since this started, not to breathe or to tease Paul or even to glance up at his master's face. The instant the boy's mouth had been placed there, he stayed there, as if that was his only purpose from that moment on. Only a conduit for Paul's pleasure. Only a machine in service of its owner. And that did not change as Paul whimpered his humiliating question, asked so appallingly quickly.<br/><br/>In answer, Gabriel bit and Paul came. It was that immediate, that instantaneous, that inevitable. A sharp sting of teeth and his cock erupted before he could even gasp, semen shooting from the red, ruddy head so forcefully some of it splattered as far as their chests.<br/><br/>Paul couldnt make sound as it happened. He was physically incapable, his body so wrapped up in his orgasm that he couldnt move other than the mad twitching of his cock. But by the second wave he was shouting and crying out sounds that he had never made before in his life.<br/><br/>His entire body bucked twice, so hard he nearly unseated Gabriel but Paul frantically wrapped his arms around his boy, fingers gripping at the knots that bound his angel, and held on desperately. He whimpered through it, gasping and sobbing and trembling as it went and on and on and on.<br/><br/>He never knew how god awful it felt for the end to come so fast. It was wrenching and ugly and brutish, the pressure in his balls so violent it left him distraught. It hurt, god did it hurt, but therein lay the exquisiteness, the euphoria. Paul had never felt something this powerful before, something that could affect every inch of his body and leave him weak and humbled and so achingly<i>powerless</i>.<br/><br/>He loved it. He loved his angel for shocking this out of him, but that did not abate the humiliation when he realized that he was crying.<br/><br/>Paul shamefully turned his head away even as his cock continued to spurt, even as he continued to jerk and hump up against Gabriel's wondrous body. He wept pitifully, and bit his tongue to stopper the noises once more, suddenly quiet as he shuddered through the very last parts of it.<br/><br/>Oh it was so much, too much, and Paul was overwrought, wanting to hide immediately, too run away even though his legs could hardly move.