Mohinder laughed. It was not, would never be, cruel. If anything, it was relief. He found the disengaging to be far too easy. Rolling his shoulders, Matt's erection slipping from him, Mohinder fell down against his chest and kissed him just as heartily as Matt offered him.

It was delicious. Post coital bliss was a very real thing and Mohinder rolled over on his back and grabbed at Matt's hand to kiss his knuckles. "I'm going to be so pleasantly sore for the next few days," he promised, tilting his head to relax against Matt's shoulder. Their sweat intermingled. Their scents combined.

For once, everything felt normal too. Even if the act itself was something many men had done for many, many centuries. Performed in love made all the difference.

"I love you," Mohinder said, voice stronger than it had been while the wine had taken him. "Beyond measure. And I know, from now on, it can only get better for us."