( His heart's practically in his throat. Seeing Mohinder of all people looking at him so openly, unguarded, he can't get past it. But... Yes, waiting, that's a good plan, a very... good... plan indeed, and Sylar's nodding with agreement to that idea. The conviction to actually stick to it lasts only until Mohinder touches him again. His pulse is rapid, his eyes half-lidded, and he's as pliable as putty to that tugging.
The first touch of those lips shatter what little remained of his resolve. He moans deeply like a man dehydrated facing a mountain spring. He kisses deeply, his tongue eagerly meeting Mohinder's. He brings his other hand up to join the first, cupping around his neck and burying his long fingers into those bouncy dark curls. It helps ground him to the reality that this wasn't a dream, this was really happening...
He should hold back, a tiny voice in his mind tells him, but he can't. What felt like years of pining crash fourth, made worse by a recent forced trip south of the border, and this is something he's desperately wanted to do ever since his return. But the timing had been wrong, dreadfully so, and he'd thought Mohinder had moved on. That damned cop's scent had been everywhere like a bad hangover.
Sylar breaks the kiss to catch his breath, pressing his forehead against Mohinder's. )
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The first touch of those lips shatter what little remained of his resolve. He moans deeply like a man dehydrated facing a mountain spring. He kisses deeply, his tongue eagerly meeting Mohinder's. He brings his other hand up to join the first, cupping around his neck and burying his long fingers into those bouncy dark curls. It helps ground him to the reality that this wasn't a dream, this was really happening...
He should hold back, a tiny voice in his mind tells him, but he can't. What felt like years of pining crash fourth, made worse by a recent forced trip south of the border, and this is something he's desperately wanted to do ever since his return. But the timing had been wrong, dreadfully so, and he'd thought Mohinder had moved on. That damned cop's scent had been everywhere like a bad hangover.
Sylar breaks the kiss to catch his breath, pressing his forehead against Mohinder's. )
Jesus...