( It's as daunting as it is exhilarating, having Mohinder moving with his power, instead of against it. Something to remember for later, when they inevitably argue again. Would Mohinder be so willing then?

Thoughts that dissipate when their lips meet, with Sylar all too happily giving in to that request. He grins, almost laughing, hormone-drunk, and the kiss is more soft and playful than it is passionate. )

How could I refuse such a request? It's not as if I could ever deny you anything...

( That last is a whispered oath between breaths, hardly aware he's saying it. Once its out, it's there, and he doesn't shy away from the truth.

But other pressing matters need attending to, and it's his turn to move swiftly to his feet. His knees and muscles ache after being on his haunches for so long. Thankfully, there's a tuft or dark curls to bury his hand into and keep himself steady.

Sylar shoves down his pants and underwear with his hand, using some psychic persuasion too, and tugs, gently but with some insistence, on Mohinder's hair urging him forward. )

I'm happy to be your new science project, Mohinder...