Sylar kisses him back desperately, a low growl rising in the back of his throat, born out of frusteration and want for more, and entirely inhuman. Soft, breathless whimpers follow and he strains, hips rolling frentically against Mohinder's, demanding he touch him, then rocks back against Matt just as viciously, and back again, wanting, needing all thoughts of taking this slow evaporating in a haze of lust and bright bursts of curses and pleading. He doesn't much like being held on edge, even if he'll likely decide after the fact that it was worth every second, just as it was worth it to torture the both of them in much the same way.
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Date: 2011-12-24 04:40 pm (UTC)