There was no way to lie that it was an uncomfortable process. Mohinder had a look of concentration on his face just prior to the first penetration when he grabbed the back of Gabriel's neck and made a half groaning, half whimpering noise while his erection seemed to bob forward in the scant space between their bodies to brush alongside Gabriel's. He pressed his teeth against his lower lip and shifted his hips back all without any sort of direct signal between body and brain. There was a certain rhythm that a person knew on instinct to help themselves towards pleasure and, the scientist in him might say towards procreation too. And there was a certain rhythm within Indian culture too that helped that out.

It took a moment for his brain to catch on that Gabriel was talking to him and Mohinder wet his lips and struggled to find the space in his mind where his knowledge of the English language was. Never mind. The Tamil was easier.

"Perhaps a little deeper.... Yes that is fine. No-- No need to be so timid. I want more than just your finger." He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to accommodate Gabriel exactly, but the skin would stretch with time and effort. And Mohinder felt increasing impatience for the main event.