( Overstimulated to say the very least, with Mohinder's 'cleaning' bringing out small, exhausted gasps, and further ragged breathing. When he's done, and Sylar does feel completely like jello-o, he simply lets himself fall onto the ground, sprawling out on his back.

In this moment, he's the most carefree and relaxed he's permitted himself to be in a long, long time. Practically drunk on hormones, it's all he can do to laugh, and eventually, weakly grab for Mohinder in an attempt to pull him down next to him. )

We have the outdoors, don't we? Or my car? Anything is a bed if you're desperate enough.

( Right now, he doesn't care which one they pick. He just knows he's not going to be able to move for a good minute or fifteen. )

So. Hormone manipulation, as well as strength? Seems someone was being greedy over there.