[There was a small war playing out in Mohinder's mind, even as he moaned in ecstacy and tousled Sylar's hair. One part of him wanted to grip Sylar's head and push, forcing the man to stay in place and gag as Mohinder took out every bit of aggression (sexual or otherwise) on this man who has caused him so much grief.
But the other part of him noticed the eagerness to please, the way Sylar was pushing himself. It's something familiar, welcome- and honestly unexpected. If Mohinder were more in his right mind, he might have analyzed where it was coming from, but for now it was enough to know it was here.
So while Mohinder gripped Sylar's head tightly when he hit a particularly good spot, it was quickly released. The gagging has Mohinder stroking Sylar's hair back.]
Take it easy. You're doing so well. It's so- nggh.
[Of course Sylar keeps going. Mohinder moans deeply, losing everything he'd been planning to say. He's not going to last very long here if Sylar insists on doing that.]
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But the other part of him noticed the eagerness to please, the way Sylar was pushing himself. It's something familiar, welcome- and honestly unexpected. If Mohinder were more in his right mind, he might have analyzed where it was coming from, but for now it was enough to know it was here.
So while Mohinder gripped Sylar's head tightly when he hit a particularly good spot, it was quickly released. The gagging has Mohinder stroking Sylar's hair back.]
Take it easy. You're doing so well. It's so- nggh.
[Of course Sylar keeps going. Mohinder moans deeply, losing everything he'd been planning to say. He's not going to last very long here if Sylar insists on doing that.]
God, yes...