Anel's eyes snapped to the cigarette as it was snubbed out on the ashtray, mentally tutting at the waste of what could have been a delightful burn; a little complaint, but the boy prided himself on finding errors in<em>everyone</em>he met; even his clients. He simply wasn't s vocal with those.<br/><br/>As Gareth then rose smoothly to his feet, he remained in his bent position, the cocky smirk remaining upon his pink lips before fingers wound tightly about his throat and he was tugged to his feet and he gasped loudly, eyelids lowering ever so slightly. He could still breathe easily; his pulse racing against the man's fingers. He knew that he shouldn't push too much more as while he enjoyed breathplay, angry breathplay had rather damaging potential and thus he moved forward willingly to hear the low whisper that brushed over his ear.<br/><br/>A shudder passed over his slender figure at the growling whimper, tilting his head to one side and flicking his tongue against the man's cheek in response. "I am to please, Mr. Gareth..." He purred softly in response.<br/><br/>His feet took him smoothly along with Gareth's strides towards the bed, the occasional moan slipping between his lips as the sensation of subtle bruises forming came over him. Not that Gareth would know; but Anel was extremely picky with the people who would mark him in such a place. Owing to his work outfits, his throat was often visible and as such it was something of a privilege that Anel did not complain. He gasped as he was pushed to the bed, landing lightly upon his back and peering up with a small smile upon his lips.<br/><br/>"The position...  Mm... Fine..." He murmured, the mischievous smirk remaining upon his features even as he slid slowly and sensuously to his front, placing his hands upon the bed and pushing his front upward to expose the graceful curve of his back, his firm and smooth behind framed between folded legs.<br/><br/>"Does this please you... Sir?" He looked over his shoulder, the title having something of a mocking quality to it.