He had almost groaned again when he remembered that they needed to change the sheets. Ugh. He stretched out one hand and the sheet smoothed itself out and tucked itself under the mattress. He'd been actively trying to cut down on his telekinesis use, but surely that would be fine.

Regardless, that would be all the attention the sheets got, because Mohinder was calling for him. And clearly needed his help. "Of course," he said, leaning in for another short kiss. He tugged lightly on Mohinder's lower lip as he pulled away to look at what he was doing. It was actually somewhat tough- jeans weren't the easiest things to remove when tight- but he managed somehow. He pulled down the zipper and pulled the jeans down, leaving the underwear for the moment.

As he rose back up, he let his hands slide across his boyfriend's legs. He had no idea what he was doing, really, he just wanted to touch. Once he was standing, his right hand slid to the front, lightly fondling the tent in the fabric there, feeling out the shape of it. "Was that the sort of help you were looking for?" he asked, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Maybe we could apply it to your shirt, too." He'd be more careful taking the shirt off, mindful of the bruises. But once it was gone, he'd be kissing Mohinder's neck and down to his collarbone, murmuring, "God, you are gorgeous."