Mohinder wrapped long, copper legs around Gabriel's waist as he was driven into the mattress and locked his heels together. His calves and thighs strained beautifully, taut flesh catching the curve of hip bones.

He was still breathing hard, still trying his best to catch his breath when Gabriel spoke.

Mohinder felt almost like a deer caught in the high beams of a truck. No one asked these things. No one cared. He lifted his hand to Gabriel's face and while he didn't doubt him when he said he loved him, Mohinder felt truly loved at this moment. It had nothing to do with pleasure or libido or need.

Gabriel wasn't just in love with him, he cared for his well being.

Lifting his head, Mohinder kissed Gabriel with such sweetness and then stretched out beneath him, arms lifting to lengthen his torso further.

"Now... Slowly.... Make love to me slowly," he whispered, "so that I can feel every moment and remember it all."