Matt sank deeper into the mattress when he watched Mohinder undress. And when he came back to undress him, Matt kept watching. He had a particular grace, Mohinder; it showed in the way he moved and how he carefully peeled his shirt and jeans off. Matt assisted by moving up from the bed when needed but he had a feeling he wasn't supposed to do more than that, so he didn't. Instead he just let his breathing deepen and then hitch as he was touched. As he watched Mohinder touch him. As it really registered that it was skin to skin this time.
He wasn't listening to Mohinder's thoughts since his own were blanking out. Mohinder had set a light easy rhythm and Matt arched into his hand without quite realizing that it was temporary, for that reason. When he looked back to the younger man (not having realized when, exactly, his gaze had drifted to the ceiling) and found him with the bottle of lubricant in his hand, looking at it in that focused way he sometimes had, he tilted his head back even further into the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Holy hell", was the throaty murmur that escaped him, because ... yeah. Yeah. God, he was hard - Mohinder would have no problem with either condom or lube, and there was a groan from Matt as Mohinder deftly administered both.
And Mohinder working himself with his own finger was almost disgustingly erotic. It looked like porn. Matt wasn't sure how the hell he was the one who got to see it, but he wasn't going to question that right then. No, he wanted to reach out, solidify that bizarre but fantastic reality he was currently living, so he did by touching Mohinder's chest and then up to his jawline to brush his thumb over his cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture.
And then he dropped practically everything once Mohinder came down on him. There was a gasp that turned kind of into a hiss and then a groan, split seconds between each sound, and he had his hands on Mohinder's legs and a tension-yet-rush all over his skin.
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He wasn't listening to Mohinder's thoughts since his own were blanking out. Mohinder had set a light easy rhythm and Matt arched into his hand without quite realizing that it was temporary, for that reason. When he looked back to the younger man (not having realized when, exactly, his gaze had drifted to the ceiling) and found him with the bottle of lubricant in his hand, looking at it in that focused way he sometimes had, he tilted his head back even further into the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Holy hell", was the throaty murmur that escaped him, because ... yeah. Yeah. God, he was hard - Mohinder would have no problem with either condom or lube, and there was a groan from Matt as Mohinder deftly administered both.
And Mohinder working himself with his own finger was almost disgustingly erotic. It looked like porn. Matt wasn't sure how the hell he was the one who got to see it, but he wasn't going to question that right then. No, he wanted to reach out, solidify that bizarre but fantastic reality he was currently living, so he did by touching Mohinder's chest and then up to his jawline to brush his thumb over his cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture.
And then he dropped practically everything once Mohinder came down on him. There was a gasp that turned kind of into a hiss and then a groan, split seconds between each sound, and he had his hands on Mohinder's legs and a tension-yet-rush all over his skin.