That was the thing - learning someone else hadn't been a frequent occurence in Matt's life. He'd been married to Janice for eleven years and knew her like the back of his hand, or at least he thought he had, at one point. Mohinder was all new, all angles and brilliance and dazzling smile and dark skin.
But Matt was a fast learner. Keeping his mind in tune to Mohinder's he was happy to comply to whatever wish or command or urge that touched his thoughts and when Mohinder responded favorably, Matt grew more confident and with that more decisive. Calling it a dominant side wouldn't be at all right in this situation, but Matt would always have a possessive streak to go along with his protective instincts and that reflected in the way he moved and touched the other man. There was an underlying boldness there.
And Mohinder's own behavior, his little tricks, they surprised him even though he'd figure later on that he should have expected them. It wasn't that Mohinder knew them to begin with - look at the man, honestly - but the fact that Matt had never quite been kissed like that. Janice was a different story altogether and prior to that there'd been one or two timid girlfriends who'd known about as little as he had at the time.
He liked it, he decided, and pulled Mohinder closer. Embraced the differences now when they were surrounding him almost literally when he found that somewhere down the line he'd moved his hands to Mohinder's hips. He moved his mouth down his jaw, practically nuzzling at his neck, the soft murmur ghosting across his skin, "what time is it?"
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But Matt was a fast learner. Keeping his mind in tune to Mohinder's he was happy to comply to whatever wish or command or urge that touched his thoughts and when Mohinder responded favorably, Matt grew more confident and with that more decisive. Calling it a dominant side wouldn't be at all right in this situation, but Matt would always have a possessive streak to go along with his protective instincts and that reflected in the way he moved and touched the other man. There was an underlying boldness there.
And Mohinder's own behavior, his little tricks, they surprised him even though he'd figure later on that he should have expected them. It wasn't that Mohinder knew them to begin with - look at the man, honestly - but the fact that Matt had never quite been kissed like that. Janice was a different story altogether and prior to that there'd been one or two timid girlfriends who'd known about as little as he had at the time.
He liked it, he decided, and pulled Mohinder closer. Embraced the differences now when they were surrounding him almost literally when he found that somewhere down the line he'd moved his hands to Mohinder's hips. He moved his mouth down his jaw, practically nuzzling at his neck, the soft murmur ghosting across his skin, "what time is it?"