"And it's going to hurt," Mohinder echoed his words from so long ago, his fingers stroking up Sylar's shaft yet again. He'd come so many times tonight that Sylar wondered how it was even possibly he could still get hard. He cried out, hands balling into fists, first arching into the touch and then trying to get away. Mohinder pressed his other hand into Sylar's hip in a long practiced move, stroking faster to the sound of Sylar's yells.
Can be seen as kind of dub-con but not intended that way
"And it's going to hurt," Mohinder echoed his words from so long ago, his fingers stroking up Sylar's shaft yet again. He'd come so many times tonight that Sylar wondered how it was even possibly he could still get hard. He cried out, hands balling into fists, first arching into the touch and then trying to get away. Mohinder pressed his other hand into Sylar's hip in a long practiced move, stroking faster to the sound of Sylar's yells.