Gabriel Gray (Sylar) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
complexharmony) wrote2020-11-20 05:38 pm
complexharmony) wrote2020-11-20 05:38 pm
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The finer points of mortality vs immortality isn't something he's ever really thought about. He's well aware that he isn't 'immortal' but introspection is very much not a strong suit. Billy is a very 'in the moment' thinker. If that moment doesn't include fucking, fighting or the 'telly it doesn't tend to really hold his attention for long.
Right now, Syler has his full attention.
Black eyes move from the outstretched finger to watch as one button after another goes skittering off. The other man's powers are endlessly fascinating to him and he openly admires this particularly creative way he's putting it to use. Naughty and flirty... very nice.
But the question draws him back to serious things and he looks up to actually consider the answer. Other than what they'd already talked about, does he have any? He's done things he's found didn't particularly do much for him. Usually, when he truly doesn't like something it's situational rather than the thing itself.
"I don't like being restrained." He says it with a simple honesty. He had been surprised that Syler was willing to simply accept his word on respecting boundaries. He wouldn't have trusted himself without some sort of solid assurance. Somehow it seems only fair to return the favor.
Yes, he'd been able to break free so far... but Billy knows that if he tried hard enough Syler could probably do it. The difference between the times Syler had tried already were a definite learning curve. And his strength isn't boundless.
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There's a delay between one button popping off and the next once Billy answers him. No restraints... physical, or telekinetic? The question is there to ask, he knows, and he might even get an honest answer. After a second of consideration, he decides that ultimately, either/or were off the table.
Something of a scary thought, actually. Since gaining the ability from such a weak, pathetic man, he'd relied on telekinesis as much as he consumed air. It was a reflex, a literal flick of the wrist and he had the world at his fingertips. Was one night (hopefully more) with this man worth it enough to give up his favorite ability?
Yes, he decides almost immediately, yes it damn well was.
"Done." Sylar replies, punctuating the word with one final button destruction. "No restraints from me. Physical or psychic. Now, my other abilities..." Sylar stands, casually tosses off his outer shirt, and walks leisurely over to Billy. As he does, he points, from the top of Billy's belt to where the shirt(s) end, straight up the center. The layers are sliced cleanly through by this invisible scalpel.
"Well. We'll just have to get creative, won't we?"
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OH hello.. such finely honed control of that power was not only enviable but more than a little titilating. Especially as it tickled, ever so gently brushing the hair trailing the journey from navel to chest. It makes him keenly aware of how much better Syler is at healing. The excitement has him moving closer... all but eliminating the distance between them. Taking the liberty of removing his shirt in the process. Though he does stop just shy enough so Syler has plenty of opportunity to stop and keep them from colliding. Crashing into each other at this point wouldn't exactly be sexy, would it.
"Hmmmn Show me the electricity trick again." He looks him, eyes gleaming with that excitement and hunger. He wants to feel it, taste it just a little. Just enough to know it without risking wakeing Daddy up. Don't want to end things prematurely, not now when it's just getting to the good bits.
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"Are you sure you're not related to Dr. Frankenstein?" Sylar asks playfully. He moves one of those hands to the tuft of hair adorning Billy's stomach, unable to resist that furry allure. The electricity is low, crackling like static upon the skin, with a slightly stronger jolt now and then sneaking in.
His other hand he leaves by his side, waving coquettishly, knowing Billy would direct it where he wanted.
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"Funny you should say that." Billy gives a cheshire grin. He really wouldn't be surprised if the guy was real. But he doesn't elaborate before Syler is giving him a more practical demonstration. The feel of that first teasing tingle makes him close his eyes and hum. It's subtly different from what flows through the wires. More fluid. Or like red vs white wine.
When the sharper jolt first pricks him, he inhales sharply... but it's not pain. "Hmmm... tickles."
His eyes open and lock onto Syler's. He wants more than a few sparks. Billy reaches out to the hand at his side, fingers almost brushing together... then he pulls the electricity to himself. As much as he wants to just take it all in, he holds back and lets it dance across his skin until it flickers and fades instead. "Ooh, that's so nice!"
That's earned Syler a good hard kiss. So he'll just grab him and pull him in for a quick snog.
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He controls the current, manipulates it to move across the other's hands, mostly without incident. It makes for a strangely adorable image but he, wisely, keeps that thought to himself.
He moves willingly into that hold, chuckling wickedly. One of his hands, now without the sparks, grasps the side of Billy's neck to hold him closer. It's out of habit, a light hold that only becomes tighter when the kiss deepens. Just like last time, all tongue and hints of teeth but unlike before, he doesn't wait for the other to shove him away. A tiny jolt forms at the tip of his tongue, soon arching along Billy's just to see how much he really enjoyed the lightning.
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As for the current that Syler is measuring out to him, he only sips at the potential there. But what he does take, he does so greedily. It's like having your own personal battery, or pet electric eel. Only better and way more fun.
The new jolt takes him by surprise and he breaks the kiss, eyes ragged and a wild, manic grin plastered to his face. Now that is a surprise he can get into. He lifts Syler just enough off his feet that he can get him to the closest wall, not holding back as he slams him up against it. No fangs yet but he doesn't care if his already sharp teeth draw blood with the next feral kiss.
He's still not fucking you Syler... Probably... Maybe... damn if it didn't just get a hell of a lot more tempting.
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Fucking? Who said anything about that? This is all just innocent fun...
Until blood gets involved. Sylar moans with clearly erotic enjoyment and thrusts up against him. While his tongue moves against Billy's, tasting the older gentleman as well as his own blood, he drapes his hands lazily over Billy's shoulders. They move further, reaching down to the middle of his back. From there back to the shoulders, Sylar drags his nails, digging in hard enough to draw blood.
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Billy doesn't really experience pain in quite the same way, it's not as immediate and less intense. So, while he certainly appreciates the enthusiasm and won't discourage it, the scratching doesn't do for him what it does for Syler. But oh, the rest of how his body responds does. The quickening pulse, flushing skin, the pheromones in his sweat... And that moan coupled with a tiny taste of blood. That makes him growl softly in response. The nothing neck or above rule has him resisting the desire to draw more with a nip.
Instead he pulls Syler's leg tighter against him so he can grind back properly. Encouraging more from him... because holding or grabbing isn't the same as restraining. Although he doesn't have nails for it, he does dig his fingers in far past enough to bruise.