Gabriel happily followed all the instructions, and was very pleased to have them. Mohinder knew what he was doing far more than Gabriel did. It wasn't long before the directions moved Gabriel on from being the awkward first-timer, worried about doing it correctly, to just enjoying himself.
As Mohinder started to move, Gabriel found himself getting lost in the rhythm and the surprises that Mohinder's body brought. The slight twist of his hip, the feeling of sweat-soaked legs on his back, the catch and thrust of Mohinder's cock against his stomach- it all worked together to build on each other.
He found, before too long, that he had lost control of his mouth, and was therefore making noises he never thought he'd be capable of. Grunts and rumbles gave way to surprised sighs and, eventually, pleading. He didn't even know what he was pleading for, just that he was using that tone to tell Mohinder how much he loved this, and how much he loved him. He did, of course, still keep an ear open for any more delicious instructions.
And there one was. He hadn't even noticed the mirror in the room. They had been far too focused on each other. But when he looked over, that was what he saw. The view itself was ridiculously hot, but it was the details that really made it- seeing the contrasting skin tones, the shine of sweat, and the way both of their mouths seemed to gravitate towards each other practically made Gabriel swoon. He stared for a moment, still thrusting, then turned his attention back to the real Mohinder.
He pressed in harder, faster, his eyes fluttering shut and then opening again, not wanting to miss a second. "It's so beautiful- you're so beautiful." His breathy voice was insistent as he reached down in between them to wrap a hand around Mohinder's cock. He was trying his best to hold on, but it was kind of amazing he had lasted this long. He didn't want to leave Mohinder hanging on this edge. A slight touch of telekinesis, used rather instinctually, managed to keep him upright, even while leaning on one arm. "Mohinder..."
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As Mohinder started to move, Gabriel found himself getting lost in the rhythm and the surprises that Mohinder's body brought. The slight twist of his hip, the feeling of sweat-soaked legs on his back, the catch and thrust of Mohinder's cock against his stomach- it all worked together to build on each other.
He found, before too long, that he had lost control of his mouth, and was therefore making noises he never thought he'd be capable of. Grunts and rumbles gave way to surprised sighs and, eventually, pleading. He didn't even know what he was pleading for, just that he was using that tone to tell Mohinder how much he loved this, and how much he loved him. He did, of course, still keep an ear open for any more delicious instructions.
And there one was. He hadn't even noticed the mirror in the room. They had been far too focused on each other. But when he looked over, that was what he saw. The view itself was ridiculously hot, but it was the details that really made it- seeing the contrasting skin tones, the shine of sweat, and the way both of their mouths seemed to gravitate towards each other practically made Gabriel swoon. He stared for a moment, still thrusting, then turned his attention back to the real Mohinder.
He pressed in harder, faster, his eyes fluttering shut and then opening again, not wanting to miss a second. "It's so beautiful- you're so beautiful." His breathy voice was insistent as he reached down in between them to wrap a hand around Mohinder's cock. He was trying his best to hold on, but it was kind of amazing he had lasted this long. He didn't want to leave Mohinder hanging on this edge. A slight touch of telekinesis, used rather instinctually, managed to keep him upright, even while leaning on one arm. "Mohinder..."