It tended to be better on Mohinder's back or his knees when they made it to bed. He couldn't just regenerate like certain other members of their partnership and so any care he could manage was well and truly worth taking.

Gabriel at least made it to the bed this time, darker fingers working at his belt as he pushed the American to the edge of the bed before he knelt between his knees.

There was just something he enjoyed about how powerful he felt over Gabriel with the man in his mouth, the whole thing most psychological since Gabriel had nothing to fear from him, but he indulged himself whenever possible.

It was growing dark outside. It was dark in their bedroom as well. Luckily! He'd not bothered to shutter the windows.