Though Mohinder typically kept tissues in his pockets for hygenic reasons and because he had an eleven year old daughter who sometimes got a little messy, the wadded up paper in his back pocket was now a DNA sample to be discretely flushed down the toilet a little later. It wasn't exactly the safest way to have sex, but Mohinder didn't mind a little risk here or there.

The kiss, however, was unexpected. From what he'd gathered over his relatively few encounters with men, they weren't too found of the idea of kissing someone with the taste of themselves in their mouth. Matt seemed to be quite the opposite, however, and Mohinder was immediately drawn to the way Matt seemed to want him even more.

He whimpered against strong lips and, after those lips peeled down his skin, tilted back his head to accept whatever it was Matt was aiming to do.

Unfortunately, that's when the elevator lurched and Mohinder's eyes snapped open. His hands immediately went to Matt's crotch to tuck the older man away, his eyes sparkling and ruby red lips cracked in a smile. "You're welcome," he murmured, getting Matt's belt done two seconds before the doors opened and two older men sauntered into the lift. Mohinder greeted them as if nothing had happened, though his shoulders were shaking.

Nearly getting caught had agreed with him!