Afraid he might burst, Mohinder guided thick fingers up his own chest and away from his erection. There would be time for that when he was further satisfied by being filled and stretched, a sensation he had never thought that he might actually like. It had been something to tolerate before, something one did while holding onto a pillow and finishing one's self off with the friction of the mattress or one's own hand at the conclusion. Mohinder hadn't hated it, but he had never wanted it as much as he did now, Gabriel threatening to split him open before he finally followed through and left the Indian gasping his name in a thick, whimpering mewl.

Mohinder kept his eyes open, kept his eyes directed on Gabriel's face so that the other man could see his in return. He nodded quickly, shuttering, the pain in his back ignored.

If Gabriel had any worries, he could use a bit of that ever useful telekinesis to do all sorts of things to make Mohinder more comfortable. If he could even focus that much. And if not, well what did it really matter when he could just enjoy being filled completely?

There were several long and terrible moments when Mohinder almost felt himself panic. Gabriel was too large, too thick. He wasn't lubricated enough. He didn't stretch him wide enough. The Indian gasped-- and then he felt the press of bellies together when Gabriel could not push himself in further. Mohinder's hand shook as he pressed half moon circles into tight biceps. His toes had curled and he twisted, pain localized but pleasant and hot in his stomach, until he was curved in the most pleasing way beneath his lover.

"Gabriel-- A moment. Wait. Stay this way-- Let me... Oh god...!"