Given the demure and somewhat self righteous stance that the scientist and professor often took, the somewhat elitist accent he had and the softness of his spoken voice, that there was such a fiery soul beneath all of that was probably the find of the century... And all Gabriel's. Mohinder could only ride the particular pleasure for so long before he felt his entire being giving in to that sensation alone.

Gabriel had wanted to start him first and now he was kickstarted and ready to go. One hot hand closed around the object destined to draw them as close as was possible to each other and gave a good, firm squeeze. Perhaps that brush with reality allowed his mind to click back into focus. Red lips parted in an amorous smile.

"I only need you to tell me how you want me," Mohinder whispered, cheeks a decidedly coppery tone.