Mohinder finally closed his eyes as he drew Gabriel back down for a few more kisses. He couldn't pay attention to anything more than the physical sensation at the moment, though as soon as he broke (the contraction of Gabriel's abdominal muscles and hitching breath was enough to do it), emotion welled up and he wrapped all of his limbs around his lover.

The American didn't need to move, the way Mohinder clamped down on him ought to be enough, hopefully, to finish him off, because the Indian wasn't about to let him go. He worked himself up and down Gabriel's length a few more times with the power of his own hips, but Mohinder was completely exhausted, on the verge of a giggle fit, and possibly even tears.

Sex was good even when it was bad but this did something to him, it was almost cathartic, like they had been destined for this moment from the first time Gabriel opened the door at Zane's Virginia Beach home and they locked eyes.

"I love you," he whispered quietly in the after glow, skin shimmering and muscles finally relaxing.