A New Discovery - Heroes - Adam/Mohinder
Title: A New Discovery
Pairing: Adam/Mohinder
Word Count: 507
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: After all these years, Adam had thought he was tired with what the world had to offer.
Adam is a thorough and careful lover. It's something he rather prides himself on; after several hundred years, it would be something of an embarrassment if he hadn't taken his time on exploration. Centuries of experience. It had been undeniably enjoyable at first.
But, in time, the novelty wears into routine. Tricks and props and costumes fade to the same blandness at the old missionary position. Even his partners themselves begin to bore them. They're all the same. All the moans sound identical to his ears; all begging follows the same pattern. Boring. Repetitive.
Every once in a while, though, something special comes along. Something exciting.
Something like Mohinder Suresh.
Oh, there is nothing different about him on the surface. He is not a thoroughly unique individual and Adam is certain that he could have met countless other men like him during his long, endless lifetime. He's taken people that look like Mohinder at all, who shine with masculine beauty or whose dark curls of hair just beg to be caught and pulled.
And he's enjoyed hours and nights with individuals who are just as insistent about what they want as Mohinder is, who tell him what they want, and have no difficulty with providing the same service. He has fucked and been fucked and sucked and been sucked by more men than he cares to count at this late point in his life. It's a number to either be ashamed or proud of. He tends to opt for the latter option. Far more enjoyable.
None of this should be new. None of this should be exciting. None of this should make him thrill.
But Mohinder's hungry mouth on his steals his breath away and he can't help wanting to explore Mohinder's body with slow, careful strokes of his hands. Mohinder's skin is soft but underneath that hides hard muscle; it is the kind of body that should not be wasted on a reclusive scientist. Such a shame. Such a waste.
Mohinder straddles his waist and nips his bottom lip. The pain sparks but fades quickly, and Mohinder's eyes light up to see the mark disappear before him. "I want to ride you," he says - it is a simple statement. No blush accompanies it, though Adam would have expected Mohinder to be the kind of man who is retiring about being so wonderfully forthcoming with his desires. "I'm going to, I think."
"Is that so?" Adam murmurs, his hand following the smooth line of Mohinder's arm, feeling the muscle of his bicep. "I can't say I'd object."
"I didn't think you would," Mohinder confesses, with a smirk that is almost certainly smug. Adam thinks he ought to teach him a lesson for being so presumptive, but before long the only thing he is capable of doing is sitting there gripping Mohinder's hips as honeyed moans leave his lips and Mohinder sinks down upon his cock.
With Mohinder Suresh, Adam makes a wonderful new discovery: even after all these years, he can never grow tired of sex.
Pairing: Adam/Mohinder
Word Count: 507
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: After all these years, Adam had thought he was tired with what the world had to offer.
Adam is a thorough and careful lover. It's something he rather prides himself on; after several hundred years, it would be something of an embarrassment if he hadn't taken his time on exploration. Centuries of experience. It had been undeniably enjoyable at first.
But, in time, the novelty wears into routine. Tricks and props and costumes fade to the same blandness at the old missionary position. Even his partners themselves begin to bore them. They're all the same. All the moans sound identical to his ears; all begging follows the same pattern. Boring. Repetitive.
Every once in a while, though, something special comes along. Something exciting.
Something like Mohinder Suresh.
Oh, there is nothing different about him on the surface. He is not a thoroughly unique individual and Adam is certain that he could have met countless other men like him during his long, endless lifetime. He's taken people that look like Mohinder at all, who shine with masculine beauty or whose dark curls of hair just beg to be caught and pulled.
And he's enjoyed hours and nights with individuals who are just as insistent about what they want as Mohinder is, who tell him what they want, and have no difficulty with providing the same service. He has fucked and been fucked and sucked and been sucked by more men than he cares to count at this late point in his life. It's a number to either be ashamed or proud of. He tends to opt for the latter option. Far more enjoyable.
None of this should be new. None of this should be exciting. None of this should make him thrill.
But Mohinder's hungry mouth on his steals his breath away and he can't help wanting to explore Mohinder's body with slow, careful strokes of his hands. Mohinder's skin is soft but underneath that hides hard muscle; it is the kind of body that should not be wasted on a reclusive scientist. Such a shame. Such a waste.
Mohinder straddles his waist and nips his bottom lip. The pain sparks but fades quickly, and Mohinder's eyes light up to see the mark disappear before him. "I want to ride you," he says - it is a simple statement. No blush accompanies it, though Adam would have expected Mohinder to be the kind of man who is retiring about being so wonderfully forthcoming with his desires. "I'm going to, I think."
"Is that so?" Adam murmurs, his hand following the smooth line of Mohinder's arm, feeling the muscle of his bicep. "I can't say I'd object."
"I didn't think you would," Mohinder confesses, with a smirk that is almost certainly smug. Adam thinks he ought to teach him a lesson for being so presumptive, but before long the only thing he is capable of doing is sitting there gripping Mohinder's hips as honeyed moans leave his lips and Mohinder sinks down upon his cock.
With Mohinder Suresh, Adam makes a wonderful new discovery: even after all these years, he can never grow tired of sex.