( Sylar had stayed leaning back with hands moving away as Mohinder took over. He'd remained there, watching Mohinder's cock and had even licked his lips with all the slutty gusto he could put into that one small gesture. It was almost a parody, but his eyes, blackened with lust, remained sharp.
The predatory smirk dimpling the corner of his lips say more than words could express. Teasing, demanding, yet equally needy. He moves forward, keeping eye contact as he places his hands upon Mohinder's hips, fingers spread and gripping lightly. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if he'd prepared for this day for years and wasn't, in actuality, a bundle of nerves, eager and frayed. Dark eyes watch their matching pair as the pink of his tongue pokes out, tasting the base of that hard cock.
It doesn't stay there long, with Sylar pausing only long enough to inhale deeply of the likely altered scent. So like Mohinder, yet different, more... something that lit up his brain and made his own cock jump within its confines. Tongue and lips move, licking a trail to the sensitive head, which he'll take greedily into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue over it and moaning at the taste. There's no faking that, no playing it up; any semblance of of staying in control was already unravelling.
Eye contact again before he'll close them, taking as much of Mohinder into his mouth as he can. Even when the tip hits the back of his throat, causing the inevitable gag, he continues, holding his breath til his lips touch the base again. )
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The predatory smirk dimpling the corner of his lips say more than words could express. Teasing, demanding, yet equally needy. He moves forward, keeping eye contact as he places his hands upon Mohinder's hips, fingers spread and gripping lightly. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if he'd prepared for this day for years and wasn't, in actuality, a bundle of nerves, eager and frayed. Dark eyes watch their matching pair as the pink of his tongue pokes out, tasting the base of that hard cock.
It doesn't stay there long, with Sylar pausing only long enough to inhale deeply of the likely altered scent. So like Mohinder, yet different, more... something that lit up his brain and made his own cock jump within its confines. Tongue and lips move, licking a trail to the sensitive head, which he'll take greedily into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue over it and moaning at the taste. There's no faking that, no playing it up; any semblance of of staying in control was already unravelling.
Eye contact again before he'll close them, taking as much of Mohinder into his mouth as he can. Even when the tip hits the back of his throat, causing the inevitable gag, he continues, holding his breath til his lips touch the base again. )