If Gabriel wanted movement, he would get it in the form of the impatient Indian starting the shift of bodies himself. The groaning turned to a softer sort of moan as he pressed his mouth to Gabriel's and breathed out against his lips. He still tasted of the tea from earlier, and a bit like the sugar biscuit he had nibbled on while they wandered through Tescos. His teeth caught Gabriel's upper lip, perhaps just a bit too roughly to be traditionally pleasant, but the moment had called for it.

Scientifically speaking, anal sex was a pleasurable experience for all involved if done correctly and either Gabriel's aptitude or their deep seated sexual tension, one that had started from the moment they met, was making this particular act extremely pleasurable indeed. Mohinder could feel his muscles clenching and pulsing whenever he swiveled his hips a certain way and, in all honesty, the finger wasn't enough.

Not when he felt himself burning.

Gabriel's question caused the Indian to nod almost furiously. "More." English. "Please, hurry--" Tamil.

Something else came in French. Gabriel was going to have to learn that one next!