This was even better than he had imagined. It was all more real, more present, more raw. He had to remind himself to not just press himself immediately into that heat, but to take it slow. He hardly wanted to hurt Mohinder.
His eyes opened as he moved, and he watched Mohinder with a keen eye. He had considered using telekinesis to make things more comfortable, and he might try still, but he hadn't been sure he could keep it up. Now that he'd felt this, he knew he couldn't. Not this time, anyway. It just meant he'd have to try that later.
A couple times Gabriel saw Mohinder's face contort in what looked like pain. He would stop and caress Mohinder's face and his chest (which now sported sweat from both of them). Mohinder never said anything and never looked like it was too far, so he'd continue when it seemed safe enough. He'd have to take breaks for himself, too- occasionally it would feel like his mind just dribbled out of his ear and he'd have to let all the sensations wash over him. He'd let it all out in a heavy groan and wait for sense to float back to him.
He was surprised to find he'd made it so far when his stomach pressed against Mohinder's cock, and then his stomach. He breathed heavily, listening to the noises his lover made and letting out a few whines and moans of his own. The loudest came when he felt the man's fingernails squeezing into his arms. He wondered if that would leave marks- he hoped it would.
This time, Mohinder actually told him to wait, and he nodded, his mouth hanging open. It shaped itself into an open, hopeful smile, and he leaned down to kiss the man rather haphazardly on the lips. "Yeah... You doing okay? I'll wait as long as you want." That was partially because even staying still in this position felt like heaven.
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His eyes opened as he moved, and he watched Mohinder with a keen eye. He had considered using telekinesis to make things more comfortable, and he might try still, but he hadn't been sure he could keep it up. Now that he'd felt this, he knew he couldn't. Not this time, anyway. It just meant he'd have to try that later.
A couple times Gabriel saw Mohinder's face contort in what looked like pain. He would stop and caress Mohinder's face and his chest (which now sported sweat from both of them). Mohinder never said anything and never looked like it was too far, so he'd continue when it seemed safe enough. He'd have to take breaks for himself, too- occasionally it would feel like his mind just dribbled out of his ear and he'd have to let all the sensations wash over him. He'd let it all out in a heavy groan and wait for sense to float back to him.
He was surprised to find he'd made it so far when his stomach pressed against Mohinder's cock, and then his stomach. He breathed heavily, listening to the noises his lover made and letting out a few whines and moans of his own. The loudest came when he felt the man's fingernails squeezing into his arms. He wondered if that would leave marks- he hoped it would.
This time, Mohinder actually told him to wait, and he nodded, his mouth hanging open. It shaped itself into an open, hopeful smile, and he leaned down to kiss the man rather haphazardly on the lips. "Yeah... You doing okay? I'll wait as long as you want." That was partially because even staying still in this position felt like heaven.