( His ecstatic gasp over that first lick ends abruptly into surprised, 'Oh, I should've know' type laughter. )
Thanks, but I didn't mean I'm actually a sci---ohhhh, fuck yes...
( The attempt at a joke didn't last long either, becoming a lengthy moan, with his head thrown back. Sylar looks quickly back down, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. He didn't want to miss any of this for even a second. His fist tightens in those enticing curls, encouragingly, as words become noises of pleasure.
He's already too turned on from before, leaking precum and knows he won't last. The fantasy he's held onto for almost a year now, and he's practically a too-energetic frat boy, cumming in his boxers from the slightest stimulation.
Pheromones. Had to be. Not helped by the fact that Mohinder has to go and be a damn blowjob expert... )
Just like that, Mohinder. Y-you're so beautiful like this, do you realize that? And- Jesus. Where... was I... when you were getting so good at this?
( He doesn't expect an answer, but Mohinder taking him nearly to the hilt makes him shout to the moon from the sensations. Sylar brings his other hand up, lightly stroking over Mohinder's cheek and running his thumb along those full lips before his hand joins its mate tangling in that wild mane. This time it is for support as, once Mohinder is back focusing on his tip, he'll take over.
He thrusts into that warm, wet heat, at first slow, then another, and another after that, increasing speed each time, panting. A few more, careful not to intentionally make him gag (unless Mohinder wants him to, of course) and it's just enough to put him over that edge. )
Mohinder....
( Not a shout but a final, needy moan, serving as a warning before he reaches that peak. )
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Thanks, but I didn't mean I'm actually a sci---ohhhh, fuck yes...
( The attempt at a joke didn't last long either, becoming a lengthy moan, with his head thrown back. Sylar looks quickly back down, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. He didn't want to miss any of this for even a second. His fist tightens in those enticing curls, encouragingly, as words become noises of pleasure.
He's already too turned on from before, leaking precum and knows he won't last. The fantasy he's held onto for almost a year now, and he's practically a too-energetic frat boy, cumming in his boxers from the slightest stimulation.
Pheromones. Had to be. Not helped by the fact that Mohinder has to go and be a damn blowjob expert... )
Just like that, Mohinder. Y-you're so beautiful like this, do you realize that? And- Jesus. Where... was I... when you were getting so good at this?
( He doesn't expect an answer, but Mohinder taking him nearly to the hilt makes him shout to the moon from the sensations. Sylar brings his other hand up, lightly stroking over Mohinder's cheek and running his thumb along those full lips before his hand joins its mate tangling in that wild mane. This time it is for support as, once Mohinder is back focusing on his tip, he'll take over.
He thrusts into that warm, wet heat, at first slow, then another, and another after that, increasing speed each time, panting. A few more, careful not to intentionally make him gag (unless Mohinder wants him to, of course) and it's just enough to put him over that edge. )
Mohinder....
( Not a shout but a final, needy moan, serving as a warning before he reaches that peak. )