He wanted to know what it was that Mohinder saw in him. It was often a mystery to Gabriel- one he didn't often care to try and solve. He took Mohinder's love as the best fortune, and as a sign that Gabriel had somehow muddled through the right things to do. So Mohinder's statement made him smile with a sincerity he was still rather unused to.

The gentle, open smile didn't last very long, though. As soon as Mohinder focused attention back on Gabriel's body, his breath hitched, and that was just the beginning. He knew he'd probably be in for a long, slow build-up this time, and he tried to hold it in as long as he could.

His fingers twitched as he realized Mohinder was stroking himself, and a careful application of telekinesis added just a bit of light rolling pressure on the most neglected places. He knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to keep that up for too long- Mohinder always got him too distracted to do anything but moan- but for a little while it should feel good.

His deep moans began to increase in pitch as Mohinder worked. Gabriel had given up lightly stroking fingers over Mohinder's head and was now just doing what he could to stay upright. Eventually, the pleading noises gave way to actual begging. "Mohinder...please, please...it's perfect..." He nearly squeaked as his fiancé expertly pushed him so very close.