There was little in life that was better than kissing Gabriel Gray, of that Mohinder was sure of. He kept his arms low, to wrap around his boyfriend's waist, eyes bright. In a week, it would be hard to tell he had suffered so from the last encounter the Company sent him on. A week more than that and he would be willing to prove his flexibility in other areas as well. He pressed his nose to Gabriel's chin when he pulled away to delight in his scent while he spoke.

"Are you capable of trying out beds three times in a row?" he teased. "Your stamina might be better than mine."

They would need to get some items while they were out then. And he didn't meant just milk and bread and new tea cups. His hands reached around to squeeze the other man's ass.

"Perhaps we might be better off to see the lot before we make our choice and enjoy three times in the same bed?"