Maybe there was merit in thinking of it a little as a game. Not in a bad or a malicious way, nothing like that, but just the balancing act of riding Mohinder's thoughts and trying to match them in reality. Matt enjoyed doing it, loved the little sounds he could get from the younger man sometimes almost before he'd fully realized what it was he wanted. Matt didn't think of it as cheating, either. It was just a way of showing that heat and softer warmth between them. It was a way of treating Mohinder like he deserved to be treated.

He worked him with his hand, alternating strokes and pace and touches, sometimes abandoning him for a moment to move his palms over his hips or stomach. Maybe he did have a teasing streak after all but mostly because he could read how it'd make Mohinder squirm and arc into him even more when he came back.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

After a while he came up closer again, still stroking Mohinder, faster now, and kissed just beneath his jaw (scratchy from stubble, Matt didn't mind) all while thinking gently, come on.