Warm Welcome
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flwrpwr_vampyreTitle: Warm Welcome
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aussievamp and flwrpwr_vampyre
Rating: NC17.
Pairing/Characters: Mohinder/Sylar.
Spoilers: None, completely AU.
Word Count: 3,042
Warnings: Bondage, sub/dom play, teasing
Summary: Sylar comes home to Mohinder
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns it. We’re considering pooling all our worldly possessions, but I think we’re still gonna come up short. Combined however, we do have enough to buy Zachary Quinto, so we are doing that.
This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_insane. AV’s half is for the kink prompt whip. FV’s half is for the kink prompt Erotic sensation play. Hope that’s allowed in the rules.
Sylar walked in through the door of Mohinder’s apartment and called his name loudly. “Where are you, Mohinder?” He heard a vague sort of noise from the kitchen, like leather on tiles, and he wandered in that direction.
He was pleasantly surprised to see Mohinder standing in the middle of his kitchen in nothing but his underwear. He was holding a whip. Sylar chuckled. “I do like it when you want to play.”
Mohinder graced him with a sun-bright smile as he held out the whip. Sylar took it, appreciating the quality as he stripped off his shirt and followed Mohinder into the lounge. As distracted as he’d been before, he hadn’t noticed that Mohinder had already drilled the chains into the ceiling above them. The cuffs hung at just the right height to force Mohinder onto his toes when he wore them. Mohinder assured Sylar that this heightened the experience, and Sylar was willing to take his word for it.
Leaning down to kiss Mohinder deeply, Sylar ran his hands along Mohinder’s arms, raising them above his head and chaining him in, making him strain to reach. Sylar ran his hands over Mohinder’s vulnerable skin. He was tempted to bite down on the deeply colored shoulders, but he was about to do a lot better.
He walked around behind Mohinder, unfurling the whip as he walked, shaking it out, getting a feel for its length. He did like Mohinder’s choice in presents. He shook the whip back and forwards a few times, watching Mohinder’s back, his shoulders braced. Mohinder tensed up a few times and then he consciously relaxed because being tense would just make it hurt more. When he was totally relaxed and used to the sound the whip made, Sylar brought it back around behind him, there was just enough space, and snapped it forwards, feeling the vibration through the handle as it tore the skin on Mohinder’s back.
The dark man moaned softly, his head falling back as far as his raised arms would allow, his eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling. Sylar snapped the whip again, twice in quick succession this time, and Mohinder’s stretched body ripped again, eliciting more gasps and moans. Mohinder’s hips bucked involuntarily, almost throwing off his precarious balance. Sylar took a quick step forward, ready to steady him and prevent him from ripping his arms out of their sockets but Mohinder recovered on his own.
Sylar must have paused too long, because Mohinder turned his head slightly and snarled. “Again.” Sylar grinned and whirled the whip in the air, making small circles the way Mohinder had shown him, so he could snap it forward and have the metal tip make hard contact with Mohinder’s back. The noise the Indian made should have been illegal and it went straight to Sylar’s cock. He was breathing almost as hard as the scientist now, from the exertion of whipping so hard.
He flicked the whip gently this time, teasing Mohinder with just a little bite of the leather. Mohinder’s hips bucked again and he twisted on his feet as he struggled to regain his balance, giving Sylar a full view of his straining erection. Touching himself, Sylar readied the whip once more, waiting for Mohinder’s order. It didn’t come.
“Mohinder?” He heard the man take a deep breath so he could speak.
“Once more. Just once more, hard, and then for God’s sake fuck me.” Ready and willing, Sylar put all his force, and a little telekinesis, into the final hit, and Mohinder howled with pain, his breathing ragged. “Please.” Sylar dropped the whip and really did walk to Mohinder this time, face nuzzling into the blood coating the other man’s back, licking the wounds. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Mohinder’s boxers, sliding them down over wriggling hips, and Mohinder stepped out of them. He pushed back into Sylar, pulling their bodies close so he could grind back into him, simultaneously covering Sylar’s chest with his blood.
Sylar leaned into Mohinder’s neck, tongue darting out to lap up the rivulets of sweat that pooled there. He breathed in Mohinder’s scent as he worked his pants open, happily grinding back into Mohinder. He shoved a hand into his pocket to take out his ever-present lube bottle, and as his pants fell down around his ankles, he covered his fingers. Pressing them into Mohinder’s ass, he was guided by the noises the Indian made every time they moved. He worked in two at first, knowing Mohinder wanted to be hurt, just a little, and then three. Very soon, Mohinder was swearing at him and telling him to hurry the fuck up in that wonderfully cultured way Mohinder had.
Grinning and trying to hide that fact from Mohinder, he aligned their bodies and pushed in, wanting to be gentle but knowing he’d earn a slap for his troubles. Who knew a geneticist could be so damn kinky? Mohinder groaned, hands clasping the chains and tugging against the restraints, only managing to lift himself further off the floor. Sylar grabbed his hips and pulled him back to earth, pumping rhythmically all the while, pushing himself closer to release.
Mohinder’s head dropped back again, onto his shoulders, and Sylar buried his face in the mop of black curls. He ran one finger down Mohinder’s chest, scratching the surface lightly, leaving a thin pink trail of abused skin. When he reached Mohinder’s cock he wrapped his hand around it without further ado and jerked him roughly. Mohinder, torn between pushing back or thrusting forwards, gave up on both and simply rubbed his ravaged back against Sylar’s chest, aiming for maximum sensitivity. Sylar growled into his ear as he came, violently, and Mohinder had that wonderful warm sensation of fullness before he was pushed over the precipice by Sylar’s hand.
Sylar’s knees threatened to give out and he kept himself up by clutching to Mohinder’s waist like it was a lifeline. Mohinder simply let himself hang limply from the chains, chin against his chest, while he waited for his breath to come back.
It was with no sense of urgency that Sylar allowed his hands to creep up Mohinder’s body, scaling his arms until he reached the cuffs. He shifted the little locking mechanism on the side, so easy to open as long as you weren’t wearing them, and freed Mohinder’s hands. His wrists were bruised and cut, raw, but Mohinder didn’t seem to notice. Instead of moving his hands down to soothe them he caught Sylar’s in his grip and held them up there, turning around to kiss his lover while he did so.
Sylar was perfectly okay with kissing; it was something he quite enjoyed. It wasn’t until he heard the slow metallic snick of the cuffs sliding shut and felt the cold encircling his wrists that he realized how easily distracted he was by it. His eyes opened, more than a little panicked, but Mohinder still stood in front of him, looking calm.
“Mohinder, what’re you-” Mohinder cut him off by placing a soft finger to his lips.
“Shh. It’s okay. I just want to try something new. We can stop as soon as you like, okay? You just say stop and I will.” He kissed Sylar again gently, knowing the other man was wary of being bound, but he wanted to push him beyond his limits, just once. He ran his hands over the smoothness of Sylar’s stomach, over the gently jutting hipbones, and caressed his flanks. Then, very slowly so Sylar knew what he was doing, he walked behind him and lifted the whip from where Sylar had dropped it. Sylar’s whimper was audible but so was his attempt to mask it, so Mohinder pretended to have heard neither.
Letting the whip unfold to its full length again, he took up position behind Sylar, pure white, perfect flesh on show before him. He was tempted to give his ass a soft whipping, just a nip, near the almost healed teeth marks he’d left in a moment of passion several nights before. He resisted.
“This isn’t going to be hard, okay? I just want you to see how it feels, know what I’m feeling.”
“It won’t be the same as with you.” Sylar came awfully close to saying out loud what neither of them had mentioned since the first time he had tortured Mohinder and found him enjoying it.
“Probably not, but you never know. If you don’t want to try it-”
“Just get on with it. What kind of baby do you think I am?” Mohinder smiled; glad the taller man couldn’t see him. He circled the whip a few times in the air, getting it up to speed and then nicked Sylar’s back with it. He jolted, but didn’t try to stop him. After a brief pause he spoke up.
“That wasn’t as painful as it looks.”
“Want to try it harder?” Sylar considered for a second.
“Yes.” Mohinder drew the whip back again and cracked it in the air, to get used to the length. The last thing he wanted was to hit Sylar with the tip and find himself thrown against the wall accidentally. It had happened before, when Sylar was in too much pain. “Here we go then.” He snapped the whip forward in a quick jerking motion, much harder than he’d intended, and Sylar roared as his skin split open.
“Stop, stop, stop! Oh god, please, no more.” He started out yelling and then whimpered the last bit. Mohinder made a mental note to hunt down and kill the person who’d hurt this man in the past. He was honestly scared Mohinder would keep going. He dropped the leather instantly and rushed over to Sylar to embrace him, clutch his chest.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control it as well as I thought.”
“How can you like that? How can you ask me to do that to you?” Mohinder cringed at the words, Sylar sounded so appalled but, looking at the other man's face, he only saw concern.
“Because I trust you implicitly not to hurt me beyond my limits. I’m sorry, Sylar. I shouldn’t have tried that.” He leaned up and kissed Sylar, gently, blocking the snuffling sound he’d been making.
“Now I’ve got blood running down my back.” His tone was petulant, but at least it was playful. Mohinder figured most of the over-reaction must have been shock. He kissed Sylar on the tip of his nose and disappeared into the kitchen to get some paper towels. When he came back he carefully bathed Sylar’s wound, cleaning away the blood. The skin was beginning to close already. Sylar may not have had Claire’s power, but telekinesis went a long way to patching oneself up.
“You want to get me out of these cuffs now?” Sylar had his eyebrow raised, Mohinder was sure of it. He could tell by the tone of his voice.
“Actually, I wasn’t completely sure we’d finished playing.”
*
Sylar felt mildly concerned as Mohinder moved out of the kitchen, grinning smugly to himself. He heard him rummaging around in the hall closet and he tried to remember what they kept in there. He drew a blank on specifics; it was usually full of random things.
"Close your eyes," came the other man's voice, sounding pleased. He must have found what he was looking for.
Sylar sighed, following the command.
"They're closed," he called back, listening carefully for any clues. There were none, just the sounds of Mohinder walking back into the room and over to him. He jumped at the feeling of cloth against his face and realized that the smaller man was blindfolding him. He shook his head, a little panicked.
"No," he objected, "You know I don't like not seeing what you're doing."
"Do you trust me?" came the response, in that accent that always did amazing things to his dick. It always sounded innocent yet dirty. He nodded, breathing to calm himself down.
He focused on other sensations. The scent of Mohinder's cologne and of course, all the sounds that the other man made. His breathing and heartbeat speeding up in anticipation of what he was about to do.
He was concentrating so hard that he was taken completely by surprise at the wet swipe across his nipple; he couldn't help the yell that was ripped out of him. It was cold!
"What-" he started but was interrupted by the sensations of cold and wet against on his other nipple. He figured out what it was pretty quickly.
"Oh fuck, that's so cold. You're using ice?"
"Not quite," he could hear the laughter in Mohinder's voice and Sylar figured it out when Mohinder trailed it down his chest. He shivered at the cold and goose bumps trailed in its wake.
"A popsicle?!"
"Correct!" Mohinder sounded delighted. "Grape flavored actually. My favorite."
Sylar moaned when a hot tongue swiped at the sticky wetness covering his nipples and followed the trail that had been made down his chest. It delved into his belly button and he was gasping; he'd had no idea that that was a sensitive spot for him. Mohinder grasped a hip as he writhed at the pleasure.
He was hard now and he let out a shout, trying to jerk away when Mohinder traced the popsicle up his erect length.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
He was doing everything in his power, short of using his powers, to try to get the cold away from such a sensitive area. It was no use, between the hand on his hip and the other man following his movement with that fucking thing.
He let out a gasp of relief when the geneticist pulled it away, panting with exertion from his struggles. The sound was repeated, this time with pleasure when Mohinder licked up his thighs and over his balls. The dark-skinned man washed him very thoroughly with his tongue and Sylar let out a moan of satisfaction when his hardness was engulfed by a mouth that felt a thousand times hotter then usual.
He wasn’t able to enjoy it long as Mohinder soon stopped what he was doing. Sylar made a complaining noise and Mohinder slapped his ass just hard enough for it to smart.
"Spread your legs," he commanded and Sylar complied as slowly as he could. He was enjoying this, yes, but it was also very cold. And he was trying hard not to think of what a popsicle was shaped like and where exactly it could be used.
His fears were confirmed when it slid down in between his cheeks and he drew in a breath as it paused at his asshole.
"Mohinder, no, please, not there," he begged, not caring how he sounded. It would be too much, he knew it.
He felt a hand stroking lovingly down his back.
"It's ok," Mohinder said soothingly, "I promise I won't keep it in long and afterwards I'll really make it up to you, I promise. Do you trust me?"
He nodded, taking a deep breath. You can do this, he told himself, and Mohinder will make it worth it. It still didn't prepare him for how it would feel.
He actually yelled when it slid inside him, his asshole clenching and unclenching around it, the sensation of cold multiplied. He was aware of Mohinder's voice and then a hand stroking his hardness as the icy treat pumped in and out of him slowly. The sensations were incredible, he'd never felt anything like this.
Then the hand slid off his dick and the popsicle was removed and thrown, or so he assumed; he heard a thump across the room. He felt both hands grip his ass cheeks, spreading them, and he assumed he was about to get fucked.
Which turned out to be wrong when he felt Mohinder's tongue tease his entrance. He threw his head back and moaned, spreading his legs to get more. The smaller man didn't disappoint this time, slipping it inside him. He made some inarticulate sound of ecstasy as the tongue slid deeper and then began fucking him, thrusting in and out swiftly.
A hand stroked down his back and he couldn't help purring. Mohinder knew how much he liked having his back touched. He was almost unable to stand by the time the Indian was finished prepping him.
He felt the other man move closer, a hand sliding around to his chest, idly playing with a nipple.
"You ready?" a husky whisper in his ear.
He nodded, feeling the thickness paused at his opening. He took a deep breath as it breeched him slowly. He relaxed and when Mohinder slid in smoothly he let out a low guttural cry, at the sensations of stretched and full.
Sylar moaned and drove back against the cock impaling him, the blindfold making this so much more intense and focused. Mohinder's hands were all over him and then one gripped his hardness and stroked while the other caressed his balls.
It wasn't long before his senses overloaded and he was coming, pleasure crashing through him and he heard his lover cry out and knew he was there too, his hands tightening almost imperceptibly.
When his voice returned to him he laughed, although it was still a little breathless.
"Wow that was…amazing."
Mohinder slipped out of him and moved around to take off the blindfold. Sylar tilted his head down and kissed him deeply as the other man reached up and unlocked the cuffs. He tried not to wince as he brought them down, the rush of blood causing a semi-uncomfortable tingling feeling.
"You know what?" Mohinder murmured into his lips.
"What?" he asked, running his hands up and down Mohinder's now-healing back.
The geneticist laughed, looking a little guilty.
"The popsicle was just payback for when you froze yourself inside of me a few months ago."
Sylar snickered at the memory and then resumed kissing him.
"It was good revenge," he said in between their kisses. "Now what do you say we go get cleaned and maybe have some shower sex?"
He barely heard the sound of assent; he couldn't wait to try out what he'd hidden in the bathroom.
Author:
aussievamp and flwrpwr_vampyreRating: NC17.
Pairing/Characters: Mohinder/Sylar.
Spoilers: None, completely AU.
Word Count: 3,042
Warnings: Bondage, sub/dom play, teasing
Summary: Sylar comes home to Mohinder
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns it. We’re considering pooling all our worldly possessions, but I think we’re still gonna come up short. Combined however, we do have enough to buy Zachary Quinto, so we are doing that.
This was written for
mission_insane. AV’s half is for the kink prompt whip. FV’s half is for the kink prompt Erotic sensation play. Hope that’s allowed in the rules.Sylar walked in through the door of Mohinder’s apartment and called his name loudly. “Where are you, Mohinder?” He heard a vague sort of noise from the kitchen, like leather on tiles, and he wandered in that direction.
He was pleasantly surprised to see Mohinder standing in the middle of his kitchen in nothing but his underwear. He was holding a whip. Sylar chuckled. “I do like it when you want to play.”
Mohinder graced him with a sun-bright smile as he held out the whip. Sylar took it, appreciating the quality as he stripped off his shirt and followed Mohinder into the lounge. As distracted as he’d been before, he hadn’t noticed that Mohinder had already drilled the chains into the ceiling above them. The cuffs hung at just the right height to force Mohinder onto his toes when he wore them. Mohinder assured Sylar that this heightened the experience, and Sylar was willing to take his word for it.
Leaning down to kiss Mohinder deeply, Sylar ran his hands along Mohinder’s arms, raising them above his head and chaining him in, making him strain to reach. Sylar ran his hands over Mohinder’s vulnerable skin. He was tempted to bite down on the deeply colored shoulders, but he was about to do a lot better.
He walked around behind Mohinder, unfurling the whip as he walked, shaking it out, getting a feel for its length. He did like Mohinder’s choice in presents. He shook the whip back and forwards a few times, watching Mohinder’s back, his shoulders braced. Mohinder tensed up a few times and then he consciously relaxed because being tense would just make it hurt more. When he was totally relaxed and used to the sound the whip made, Sylar brought it back around behind him, there was just enough space, and snapped it forwards, feeling the vibration through the handle as it tore the skin on Mohinder’s back.
The dark man moaned softly, his head falling back as far as his raised arms would allow, his eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling. Sylar snapped the whip again, twice in quick succession this time, and Mohinder’s stretched body ripped again, eliciting more gasps and moans. Mohinder’s hips bucked involuntarily, almost throwing off his precarious balance. Sylar took a quick step forward, ready to steady him and prevent him from ripping his arms out of their sockets but Mohinder recovered on his own.
Sylar must have paused too long, because Mohinder turned his head slightly and snarled. “Again.” Sylar grinned and whirled the whip in the air, making small circles the way Mohinder had shown him, so he could snap it forward and have the metal tip make hard contact with Mohinder’s back. The noise the Indian made should have been illegal and it went straight to Sylar’s cock. He was breathing almost as hard as the scientist now, from the exertion of whipping so hard.
He flicked the whip gently this time, teasing Mohinder with just a little bite of the leather. Mohinder’s hips bucked again and he twisted on his feet as he struggled to regain his balance, giving Sylar a full view of his straining erection. Touching himself, Sylar readied the whip once more, waiting for Mohinder’s order. It didn’t come.
“Mohinder?” He heard the man take a deep breath so he could speak.
“Once more. Just once more, hard, and then for God’s sake fuck me.” Ready and willing, Sylar put all his force, and a little telekinesis, into the final hit, and Mohinder howled with pain, his breathing ragged. “Please.” Sylar dropped the whip and really did walk to Mohinder this time, face nuzzling into the blood coating the other man’s back, licking the wounds. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Mohinder’s boxers, sliding them down over wriggling hips, and Mohinder stepped out of them. He pushed back into Sylar, pulling their bodies close so he could grind back into him, simultaneously covering Sylar’s chest with his blood.
Sylar leaned into Mohinder’s neck, tongue darting out to lap up the rivulets of sweat that pooled there. He breathed in Mohinder’s scent as he worked his pants open, happily grinding back into Mohinder. He shoved a hand into his pocket to take out his ever-present lube bottle, and as his pants fell down around his ankles, he covered his fingers. Pressing them into Mohinder’s ass, he was guided by the noises the Indian made every time they moved. He worked in two at first, knowing Mohinder wanted to be hurt, just a little, and then three. Very soon, Mohinder was swearing at him and telling him to hurry the fuck up in that wonderfully cultured way Mohinder had.
Grinning and trying to hide that fact from Mohinder, he aligned their bodies and pushed in, wanting to be gentle but knowing he’d earn a slap for his troubles. Who knew a geneticist could be so damn kinky? Mohinder groaned, hands clasping the chains and tugging against the restraints, only managing to lift himself further off the floor. Sylar grabbed his hips and pulled him back to earth, pumping rhythmically all the while, pushing himself closer to release.
Mohinder’s head dropped back again, onto his shoulders, and Sylar buried his face in the mop of black curls. He ran one finger down Mohinder’s chest, scratching the surface lightly, leaving a thin pink trail of abused skin. When he reached Mohinder’s cock he wrapped his hand around it without further ado and jerked him roughly. Mohinder, torn between pushing back or thrusting forwards, gave up on both and simply rubbed his ravaged back against Sylar’s chest, aiming for maximum sensitivity. Sylar growled into his ear as he came, violently, and Mohinder had that wonderful warm sensation of fullness before he was pushed over the precipice by Sylar’s hand.
Sylar’s knees threatened to give out and he kept himself up by clutching to Mohinder’s waist like it was a lifeline. Mohinder simply let himself hang limply from the chains, chin against his chest, while he waited for his breath to come back.
It was with no sense of urgency that Sylar allowed his hands to creep up Mohinder’s body, scaling his arms until he reached the cuffs. He shifted the little locking mechanism on the side, so easy to open as long as you weren’t wearing them, and freed Mohinder’s hands. His wrists were bruised and cut, raw, but Mohinder didn’t seem to notice. Instead of moving his hands down to soothe them he caught Sylar’s in his grip and held them up there, turning around to kiss his lover while he did so.
Sylar was perfectly okay with kissing; it was something he quite enjoyed. It wasn’t until he heard the slow metallic snick of the cuffs sliding shut and felt the cold encircling his wrists that he realized how easily distracted he was by it. His eyes opened, more than a little panicked, but Mohinder still stood in front of him, looking calm.
“Mohinder, what’re you-” Mohinder cut him off by placing a soft finger to his lips.
“Shh. It’s okay. I just want to try something new. We can stop as soon as you like, okay? You just say stop and I will.” He kissed Sylar again gently, knowing the other man was wary of being bound, but he wanted to push him beyond his limits, just once. He ran his hands over the smoothness of Sylar’s stomach, over the gently jutting hipbones, and caressed his flanks. Then, very slowly so Sylar knew what he was doing, he walked behind him and lifted the whip from where Sylar had dropped it. Sylar’s whimper was audible but so was his attempt to mask it, so Mohinder pretended to have heard neither.
Letting the whip unfold to its full length again, he took up position behind Sylar, pure white, perfect flesh on show before him. He was tempted to give his ass a soft whipping, just a nip, near the almost healed teeth marks he’d left in a moment of passion several nights before. He resisted.
“This isn’t going to be hard, okay? I just want you to see how it feels, know what I’m feeling.”
“It won’t be the same as with you.” Sylar came awfully close to saying out loud what neither of them had mentioned since the first time he had tortured Mohinder and found him enjoying it.
“Probably not, but you never know. If you don’t want to try it-”
“Just get on with it. What kind of baby do you think I am?” Mohinder smiled; glad the taller man couldn’t see him. He circled the whip a few times in the air, getting it up to speed and then nicked Sylar’s back with it. He jolted, but didn’t try to stop him. After a brief pause he spoke up.
“That wasn’t as painful as it looks.”
“Want to try it harder?” Sylar considered for a second.
“Yes.” Mohinder drew the whip back again and cracked it in the air, to get used to the length. The last thing he wanted was to hit Sylar with the tip and find himself thrown against the wall accidentally. It had happened before, when Sylar was in too much pain. “Here we go then.” He snapped the whip forward in a quick jerking motion, much harder than he’d intended, and Sylar roared as his skin split open.
“Stop, stop, stop! Oh god, please, no more.” He started out yelling and then whimpered the last bit. Mohinder made a mental note to hunt down and kill the person who’d hurt this man in the past. He was honestly scared Mohinder would keep going. He dropped the leather instantly and rushed over to Sylar to embrace him, clutch his chest.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control it as well as I thought.”
“How can you like that? How can you ask me to do that to you?” Mohinder cringed at the words, Sylar sounded so appalled but, looking at the other man's face, he only saw concern.
“Because I trust you implicitly not to hurt me beyond my limits. I’m sorry, Sylar. I shouldn’t have tried that.” He leaned up and kissed Sylar, gently, blocking the snuffling sound he’d been making.
“Now I’ve got blood running down my back.” His tone was petulant, but at least it was playful. Mohinder figured most of the over-reaction must have been shock. He kissed Sylar on the tip of his nose and disappeared into the kitchen to get some paper towels. When he came back he carefully bathed Sylar’s wound, cleaning away the blood. The skin was beginning to close already. Sylar may not have had Claire’s power, but telekinesis went a long way to patching oneself up.
“You want to get me out of these cuffs now?” Sylar had his eyebrow raised, Mohinder was sure of it. He could tell by the tone of his voice.
“Actually, I wasn’t completely sure we’d finished playing.”
*
Sylar felt mildly concerned as Mohinder moved out of the kitchen, grinning smugly to himself. He heard him rummaging around in the hall closet and he tried to remember what they kept in there. He drew a blank on specifics; it was usually full of random things.
"Close your eyes," came the other man's voice, sounding pleased. He must have found what he was looking for.
Sylar sighed, following the command.
"They're closed," he called back, listening carefully for any clues. There were none, just the sounds of Mohinder walking back into the room and over to him. He jumped at the feeling of cloth against his face and realized that the smaller man was blindfolding him. He shook his head, a little panicked.
"No," he objected, "You know I don't like not seeing what you're doing."
"Do you trust me?" came the response, in that accent that always did amazing things to his dick. It always sounded innocent yet dirty. He nodded, breathing to calm himself down.
He focused on other sensations. The scent of Mohinder's cologne and of course, all the sounds that the other man made. His breathing and heartbeat speeding up in anticipation of what he was about to do.
He was concentrating so hard that he was taken completely by surprise at the wet swipe across his nipple; he couldn't help the yell that was ripped out of him. It was cold!
"What-" he started but was interrupted by the sensations of cold and wet against on his other nipple. He figured out what it was pretty quickly.
"Oh fuck, that's so cold. You're using ice?"
"Not quite," he could hear the laughter in Mohinder's voice and Sylar figured it out when Mohinder trailed it down his chest. He shivered at the cold and goose bumps trailed in its wake.
"A popsicle?!"
"Correct!" Mohinder sounded delighted. "Grape flavored actually. My favorite."
Sylar moaned when a hot tongue swiped at the sticky wetness covering his nipples and followed the trail that had been made down his chest. It delved into his belly button and he was gasping; he'd had no idea that that was a sensitive spot for him. Mohinder grasped a hip as he writhed at the pleasure.
He was hard now and he let out a shout, trying to jerk away when Mohinder traced the popsicle up his erect length.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
He was doing everything in his power, short of using his powers, to try to get the cold away from such a sensitive area. It was no use, between the hand on his hip and the other man following his movement with that fucking thing.
He let out a gasp of relief when the geneticist pulled it away, panting with exertion from his struggles. The sound was repeated, this time with pleasure when Mohinder licked up his thighs and over his balls. The dark-skinned man washed him very thoroughly with his tongue and Sylar let out a moan of satisfaction when his hardness was engulfed by a mouth that felt a thousand times hotter then usual.
He wasn’t able to enjoy it long as Mohinder soon stopped what he was doing. Sylar made a complaining noise and Mohinder slapped his ass just hard enough for it to smart.
"Spread your legs," he commanded and Sylar complied as slowly as he could. He was enjoying this, yes, but it was also very cold. And he was trying hard not to think of what a popsicle was shaped like and where exactly it could be used.
His fears were confirmed when it slid down in between his cheeks and he drew in a breath as it paused at his asshole.
"Mohinder, no, please, not there," he begged, not caring how he sounded. It would be too much, he knew it.
He felt a hand stroking lovingly down his back.
"It's ok," Mohinder said soothingly, "I promise I won't keep it in long and afterwards I'll really make it up to you, I promise. Do you trust me?"
He nodded, taking a deep breath. You can do this, he told himself, and Mohinder will make it worth it. It still didn't prepare him for how it would feel.
He actually yelled when it slid inside him, his asshole clenching and unclenching around it, the sensation of cold multiplied. He was aware of Mohinder's voice and then a hand stroking his hardness as the icy treat pumped in and out of him slowly. The sensations were incredible, he'd never felt anything like this.
Then the hand slid off his dick and the popsicle was removed and thrown, or so he assumed; he heard a thump across the room. He felt both hands grip his ass cheeks, spreading them, and he assumed he was about to get fucked.
Which turned out to be wrong when he felt Mohinder's tongue tease his entrance. He threw his head back and moaned, spreading his legs to get more. The smaller man didn't disappoint this time, slipping it inside him. He made some inarticulate sound of ecstasy as the tongue slid deeper and then began fucking him, thrusting in and out swiftly.
A hand stroked down his back and he couldn't help purring. Mohinder knew how much he liked having his back touched. He was almost unable to stand by the time the Indian was finished prepping him.
He felt the other man move closer, a hand sliding around to his chest, idly playing with a nipple.
"You ready?" a husky whisper in his ear.
He nodded, feeling the thickness paused at his opening. He took a deep breath as it breeched him slowly. He relaxed and when Mohinder slid in smoothly he let out a low guttural cry, at the sensations of stretched and full.
Sylar moaned and drove back against the cock impaling him, the blindfold making this so much more intense and focused. Mohinder's hands were all over him and then one gripped his hardness and stroked while the other caressed his balls.
It wasn't long before his senses overloaded and he was coming, pleasure crashing through him and he heard his lover cry out and knew he was there too, his hands tightening almost imperceptibly.
When his voice returned to him he laughed, although it was still a little breathless.
"Wow that was…amazing."
Mohinder slipped out of him and moved around to take off the blindfold. Sylar tilted his head down and kissed him deeply as the other man reached up and unlocked the cuffs. He tried not to wince as he brought them down, the rush of blood causing a semi-uncomfortable tingling feeling.
"You know what?" Mohinder murmured into his lips.
"What?" he asked, running his hands up and down Mohinder's now-healing back.
The geneticist laughed, looking a little guilty.
"The popsicle was just payback for when you froze yourself inside of me a few months ago."
Sylar snickered at the memory and then resumed kissing him.
"It was good revenge," he said in between their kisses. "Now what do you say we go get cleaned and maybe have some shower sex?"
He barely heard the sound of assent; he couldn't wait to try out what he'd hidden in the bathroom.
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Date: 2007-12-09 08:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-09 08:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-09 08:35 am (UTC)Is it bad that I want to know what's hidden in the bathroom too? ^_^
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Date: 2007-12-09 08:40 am (UTC)So glad you liked!! *dances*
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Date: 2007-12-09 08:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-09 08:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-09 12:54 pm (UTC)But there is porn. So - I guess it could be worse. ALOT Worst! This was hot. Srsly, you outdid yourselves!! Both where just smoking hot and sexy and yeah, I am pretty sure there is a wet spot.
(You may wanna consider handing out towels at the door)
Btw, popsicle FTW - I would have voted cherry but grape works just as well :)
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Date: 2007-12-09 04:14 pm (UTC)I also would have preferred another flavor (blue raspberry) but Momo likes grape.
*giggles* I want to make a request for popsicle icons now.
I'm so tickled you thought this was that good!
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Date: 2007-12-09 04:26 pm (UTC)That was so good. I need new pants :) Thank you!!
and please do make some popsicle icons ~ I think I found a whole new kink!!
handcuffs + popsicles = happy me :)
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Date: 2007-12-09 05:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-11 01:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-11 05:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-09 04:51 pm (UTC)Some of my favorite parts, though not nearly a complete list:
Sylar must have paused too long, because Mohinder turned his head slightly and snarled. “Again.”
“How can you like that? How can you ask me to do that to you?” Mohinder cringed at the words, Sylar sounded so appalled but, looking at the other man's face, he only saw concern.
He wasn’t able to enjoy it long as Mohinder soon stopped what he was doing. Sylar made a complaining noise and Mohinder slapped his ass just hard enough for it to smart.
"Spread your legs," he commanded and Sylar complied as slowly as he could.
Damn. I know we just met and all but I think I need to mpreg yr ebil babys...
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Date: 2007-12-09 05:22 pm (UTC)*gives you mouth to mouth to restore your breathing* So I am impregnating you or the other way 'round? :D
I'm so glad you liked it!!
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Date: 2007-12-09 06:44 pm (UTC)I also love all your icons, btw. And I friended you. If you mind, well, see above.
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Date: 2007-12-09 07:13 pm (UTC)I love new friends!! *gives you big hugs* I'm so friending you back!
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:46 am (UTC)Glad you liked it. The "again" was one of my fave bits to write. :)
*backs away rapidly from mpreging.* I'll let you guys fight it out. Hehe.
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Date: 2007-12-11 05:37 am (UTC)We uh.. kind of didn't fight, being that it's fairly obvious which one of us can be impregnated . *whistles and looks innocent*
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Date: 2007-12-11 08:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-11 08:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-11 09:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-12 03:27 am (UTC)Also, I'm using the only icon I know that'll compliment the both of yours, without using the ass one. Lol.
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:25 am (UTC)Yay, the one I made!!
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Date: 2007-12-12 10:51 am (UTC)You get a bunch of bandages and wrap them really tight around your chest. Anything smaller than double D and you should still be able to breath... for a few hours. Anything bigger, tie it slightly looser and wear a baggy shirt. :) Lol.
And yesh, is ur icon. woot. I think I'm going to have to make an Atlantis one - there's a quote in the commentary about David thinking he's not sexy... a non heroes icon, can you imagine???
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Date: 2007-12-12 06:37 pm (UTC)And that's another of my icons!! *dances around you and gives you cookies*
*quickly hides her Enchanted icon* A non-Heroes icon you say!! Unbelievable!
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Date: 2007-12-10 06:24 am (UTC)(Random little tidbit: one of my friends went "Mylar? is that like Maya and Sylar? and I just about smacked her."... Just sharing.)
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Date: 2007-12-10 06:42 am (UTC)*snickers* I'm making a 'Mylar, We had it first!' icon as we speak.
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:48 am (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2007-12-12 03:23 am (UTC)What does Mohinder have hidden in the bathroom...?
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Date: 2007-12-12 03:28 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed.
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:24 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!!