( Sylar squeezes and rubs his aching erection, wanting to come with Mohinder, but the scientist actually surprised him with his quickness (which he will absolutely accept the blame/compliment for!) He doesn't even mind the grip on his hair, nudging at those needy fingers with his head.
He works his throat around the other man's spasms, swallowing eagerly. Dark lashes will flutter and equally dark eyes glance up, briefly, to try and catch Mohinder's eyes as he drinks down everything he has to offer. It tastes strangely sweet, almost, tinged with whatever the fuck he injected into himself.
Really though... he'd been wanting this for so long, his desire could be clouding what was actually there.
When the crashing waves begin to ebb away, Sylar moves his mouth away, licking and moaning lewdly until he's leaning back on his haunches, with one hand still on Mohinder's hip. His other works himself, stroking the full hardness in his grip. )
Have you given a blowjob before, Mohinder?
( The question's as much curiosity as it is teasing. The pink of his tongue flashes at the corner of his lips, his hand grips Mohinder's hip more tightly. Those are the only warnings Mohinder would receive before he'd find himself on his knees once again, this time brought down by telekinetic force. The 'grip' fades as quick as it arrived and he watches him through eyes darkened with lust. )
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He works his throat around the other man's spasms, swallowing eagerly. Dark lashes will flutter and equally dark eyes glance up, briefly, to try and catch Mohinder's eyes as he drinks down everything he has to offer. It tastes strangely sweet, almost, tinged with whatever the fuck he injected into himself.
Really though... he'd been wanting this for so long, his desire could be clouding what was actually there.
When the crashing waves begin to ebb away, Sylar moves his mouth away, licking and moaning lewdly until he's leaning back on his haunches, with one hand still on Mohinder's hip. His other works himself, stroking the full hardness in his grip. )
Have you given a blowjob before, Mohinder?
( The question's as much curiosity as it is teasing. The pink of his tongue flashes at the corner of his lips, his hand grips Mohinder's hip more tightly. Those are the only warnings Mohinder would receive before he'd find himself on his knees once again, this time brought down by telekinetic force. The 'grip' fades as quick as it arrived and he watches him through eyes darkened with lust. )