"He's not a carpet?" Sylar asks, taking a moment to feign cluelessness.
When Matt makes a face at him, he laughs, shifting back away from him on the bed so he can pull him into his lap. He expects Mohinder to follow, to continue helping with his shirt, but if not, he's got it covered, working the tail end of it out from under his belt before he starts undoing the buttons in the other direction. He presses his mouth to the wounds Mohinder left at his throat, exploring them with his tongue but not biting, not again, and as hoped, Matt moans softly and arches towards Mohinder.
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Date: 2012-01-02 04:57 am (UTC)When Matt makes a face at him, he laughs, shifting back away from him on the bed so he can pull him into his lap. He expects Mohinder to follow, to continue helping with his shirt, but if not, he's got it covered, working the tail end of it out from under his belt before he starts undoing the buttons in the other direction. He presses his mouth to the wounds Mohinder left at his throat, exploring them with his tongue but not biting, not again, and as hoped, Matt moans softly and arches towards Mohinder.