Nose settled under Matt's earlobe, Mohinder runs a cat's tongue up his neck. His eyes close to slits in pleasure and he gently rocks Matt until the pleasure swimming from his mind disappears. Sylar ought to have felt most of it, and Mohinder reaches out to see if he's awake, to probe his mind for emotions. He's felt him feed before, but never on another person he truly cares about.
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Date: 2011-12-23 04:56 am (UTC)