Ignoring where the head of the bed was, Mohinder mostly just fell backwards, legs still over Gabriel's and knees bent and spread. One hand fell alongside his pillow, the other stroked long, clever fingers across the muscles of his chest.

He was more than ready, cock at attention and almost begging for a touch...or a tease. He wanted the tension to build first, he wanted to feel Gabriel deep inside of him and he said some truly dirty things to that effect in that soft, well educated voice of his, body heaving in anticipated delight.

"I feel as if I might die if you're not soon inside of me, Gabriel," he whined.