[ Mohinder would say he's hardly an expert, if he didn't have his mouth full right now. But he's not against attributing his current success to natural talent. Or porn. That might've also helped.

Regardless, the joy he's taking in this act is practically sublime. All of his energy- which by now, seems almost boundless- is focused on overloading Sylar with pleasure. Sylar's brief touches to his face make him shiver, the light touches something gentle in the increasing storm between them.

By the time Sylar takes over, Mohinder is eagerly meeting the thrusts. His throat isn't quite trained for this, but he is at least as stubborn as Sylar. He moves past the bit of gagging, treating it as a small inconvenience as he tries to take the rest of Sylar's cock. He's so focused, he almost doesn't catch that warning in the form of his name.

He's not sure why he feels euphoric as Sylar comes. Maybe it's the validation after a very long, very dry period. Maybe it's something deeper, the hidden desire he hadn't let himself look at since Zane wasn't Zane at all. Regardless, the look on his face as he swallows it all down is pure bliss.

He takes his time cleaning up the man before him, licking at Sylar's cock with long, lazy swipes. Once that's done, he leans back on his haunches. He is, however, quite ready to provide a steadying hand to Sylar if he needs it. Without enhanced muscles, he must be feeling a little like jelly. Although maybe the regeneration helps compensate for that... ]

Now, if only we had a bed to fall into. I don't suppose you picked up teleportation since the last time we saw each other?

[ He smiles, looking content. ]