The drink more or less finished with him, sleepiness in his eyes, Mohinder struggles to turn to his side to keep from being lulled to sleep by warmth, but comfort. As much as those things were what he wanted, he was an attentive lover. Matt ought to be rewarded. His mouth again. A hand. He could give him more than that too, now that he himself was satisfied.
What did Matt want? Mohinder was more than just a pretty face with high ideals. He was an adept lover and he wanted to prove it.
Naked skin pressed against cloth, Mohinder stretched like a cat against the other man, moving to finish the job he'd started when they came to rest in bed, before Matt insisted on being the one to touch. To examine.
Mohinder felt worshiped. He declined, however, to mention that.
Instead, he offered his mouth and his throat and his teeth to worry pale flesh of Matt's throat. He offered his hands. His body. "Let me please you." He sounded like a bad porn, but he was serious. Maybe that made it worse.
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What did Matt want? Mohinder was more than just a pretty face with high ideals. He was an adept lover and he wanted to prove it.
Naked skin pressed against cloth, Mohinder stretched like a cat against the other man, moving to finish the job he'd started when they came to rest in bed, before Matt insisted on being the one to touch. To examine.
Mohinder felt worshiped. He declined, however, to mention that.
Instead, he offered his mouth and his throat and his teeth to worry pale flesh of Matt's throat. He offered his hands. His body. "Let me please you." He sounded like a bad porn, but he was serious. Maybe that made it worse.