[Losing Sylar's mouth on him is worth it, if only to look down at those dark eyes, full of lust, and those lips, red with the effort of pleasuring him. And then- then he speaks, that deep rumble even a little more gravelly than usual.

It is an attack on his senses that Mohinder wasn't expecting, and it sends a full-body shiver throughout him, as well as provoking a small, expectant whine.]

I suppose that's...fair...

[And now Sylar is freeing himself and getting back to it. Mohinder doesn't have the willpower to shift positions at the moment, but he eyes the scene with naked lascivious desire.]

And you- I'll have to try a taste myself. [He lets out a groan and looks straight up, stretching his neck out as he sighs and stares at the moon.] I'm too close. You're too good at this. I-

[His grip on Sylar's hair tightens once again as words fail Mohinder yet again. And all the tension comes crashing down, as his orgasm hits him hard. He'd be weak-kneed, if he hadn't just developed super powers. As it is, he's barely cognizant enough to release that grip after the first wave of bliss. For once, he doesn't want to hurt the man in front of him.]