Gabriel watched in silence, eyes missing nothing as Paul stretched out on the bed-- so lovely, so perfect in every way, the man was a vision.  He wanted his boy to see him and devour him, and Gabriel's gaze did just that as he let his attention move slowly over Paul's body, from the sleek lines of his arms, down the hard smoothness of his torso, the powerful sensuality in his thighs, all the way to the tips of his feet...<br/><br/>He made a soft noise, a coo of appreciation and hunger that rolled off his tongue, and the young man had to bite it to keep quiet.  His desire could not be missed, however: it was everywhere, in his face, between his legs, in the very way he breathed, deeply and with a need he could barely name.  Gabriel might be the one with some control right now, but it was only because his god had been merciful enough to offer it, just for the night...<br/><br/>And he was going to make the most of it.  He hummed a low, sweet note as he moved closer, careful with his balance since he would not be able to catch himself, and looked over Paul once more-- he looked vaguely like Christ during the crucifixion, ankles crossed and body laid out, long and aching and made to be adored.  Gabriel smiled again, just a faint little curve to his lips, before he turned to begin.<br/><br/>He pressed a kiss to the top of Paul's foot, warm and feathery as his mouth brushed over the skin.  Gabriel had rutted against Paul's shoes more than once, had come using those feet to pleasure himself and then cleaned up his mess, but he'd never seen them, never been allowed to touch them like this.  He was reminded of Mary Magdalene washing her lord, a mix of tears and perfume as he cleaned him with her hair...  Well, Gabriel would use what he had.<br/><br/>He licked a slow, meandering line up to Paul's ankle, repeating the motion a few times with pink flashes of his tongue, lips sometimes brushing against the skin and leaving a shining trail to dry in the cool air, before stopping at the delicate knob of bone and nibbling at it curiously.  Finally he bit, teeth digging around the hard knot and into the tendon surrounding, just to press down and feel the tension, the delicate shifting, and to leave the first mark of the night.