( Another moan escapes his throats, vibrating around the confines of Mohinder's cock. Everything was white-hot against his mind, burning at the edges. Mohinder's moans, how his words cut off, that grip in his hair...
Could he stay here for hours on his knees, saying 'I love you' over and over with his tongue? The answer was obviously 'yes'. If only there were not already other plans in place...
Finally, slowly, he pulls back, lingering until the very last second until he releases the tip from his mouth with an audible pop. He licks his lips lasciviously. )
How can I take it easy when... you taste... so fucking... good?
( Sylar punctuates each pause with a breathy kiss to a different spot on Mohinder's cock. One hand strays to his own jeans, unzipping and freeing his own straining erection. Unless stopped, he'll lean in again, and continue to praise Mohinder with his talented tongue. )
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Could he stay here for hours on his knees, saying 'I love you' over and over with his tongue? The answer was obviously 'yes'. If only there were not already other plans in place...
Finally, slowly, he pulls back, lingering until the very last second until he releases the tip from his mouth with an audible pop. He licks his lips lasciviously. )
How can I take it easy when... you taste... so fucking... good?
( Sylar punctuates each pause with a breathy kiss to a different spot on Mohinder's cock. One hand strays to his own jeans, unzipping and freeing his own straining erection. Unless stopped, he'll lean in again, and continue to praise Mohinder with his talented tongue. )