Mohinder took his time packing things away. He moved around the contents of the kitchen a few times and then again when Gabriel was starting to look impatient. The man that could understand how everything worked would probably catch on that he was teasing, especially with condoms and lubricant sitting right on the breakfast bar as if to evoke terror in the heart of Gabriel's jeans... Or just to make them exceedingly tight as a form of foreplay.

He even hummed, cheeky thing, as he cleaned the area with some store bought spray, glancing up from time to time.

Mohinder liked to live on the edge, even if this was a particular brand of danger that might only bruise him in the best of ways. He figured that if he could file Gabriel up when he didn't look his best, he could really do a number on him when his hair grew back and all the bruises faded.