It would take a little more begging, but he wasn't entirely cruel and he certainly didn't have the proper stamina in his cheeks or his tongue to continue like this indefinitely. Now wouldn't that be a fantastic ability-- Perhaps his head ought to be more on the act itself and less on everything else, but he was still a scientist, and he still had the random thoughts that every human being did

Cupping Gabriel's balls, Mohinder would finally tip over into the final pressure he needed to give way the game and let Gabriel finally enjoy himself.

The tugging in his hair was a nice little treat, and Mohinder carefully milked what he could from his lover before climbing over him to snuggle against his chest.

What man could really resist being called perfect? Gabriel wasn't the only one with an ego to stroke...Mohinder just did it a little more heathily when he indulged from time to time.