Perdi made me do it - volume 4,493
“I suppose there’s no use in appealing to your better nature?”
“Absolutely no use. I think they call it hubris, don’t they doctor?”
“Look, when I made that bet I,…”
“You were so sure you were going to win that you got cocky. Ironic, because now you’re going to get…”
“Yes, thank you Oscar Wilde. I’m still pretty sure you cheated.”
“I didn’t need to cheat Mohinder. Whilst you were whoring it around Chennai as a young man I was indoors playing Scrabble with mother. I’ve never been beaten.”
“But…”
“No buts, now a word of advice…you’re going to need both hands.”
Mohinder gave him an incredulous look as Sylar closed the blinds with a wave of his hand. Seconds later, when Sylar unzipped and shuffled his hips, Mohinder started to believe him…
“Jesus!”
Sylar smirked. “I thought you were a Hindu.”
Unable to take his eyes off the clear eleven inches in front of him Mohinder swallowed hard. “I am but I think I could use all the help I can get.” He looked up at Sylar with wide eyes. “I can’t….I just….How does anyone…?”
Sylar blinked, and tried to sound breezy, although this new, virginal Mohinder was more of a turn on than anything. “Stroke what you can’t suck and don’t take two much in at once, I don’t want you gagging on me.”
Mohinder’s nervous panting was warming Sylar’s already leaking cock with short blasts. Sylar looked very intently at the ceiling, trying to control himself. God, would he just…
“Hang on Sylar, I need to think around this problem…Now if I…”
“Mohinder! It’s not an experiment and you don’t need to present a methodology, just do your best. Quickly.”
Mohinder gulped and took his cock by the shaft, the sheer weight of it erect amazing him. Sylar’s immediate moan gave him confidence, and he took the wet tip onto his bottom lip, licking at it gently. He opened his mouth wider and took in three inches, moving his hand on the shaft. He rolled his tongue around in half circles, trying to gauge the thickness. Sylar hummed contentedly and moved his hand down to the untouched middle section of his own length. Mohinder slapped it away, too proud to accept the help. He relented, putting both hands around Sylar’s cock and continuing to suck as best he could. His breathing regulated itself and he got into a steady rhythm, bobbing his head and alternating direction with his hands. He slowly took in more and more of Sylar until a drop of pre-cum hit the back of his tongue and he swallowed on it, trying not to gag. He backed up slightly, opening his eyes and glancing up at Sylar. The other man’s mouth hung open and Mohinder suddenly noticed that his hand was gently stroking his black curls.
Mohinder sped up his hands, and moved his tongue urgently on the underside of Sylar’s cock. His jaw ached but he was determined to make Sylar come. He doubled his efforts, moving faster and moaning into the solid flesh. Sylar’s hand gripped the back of his head as he came hard, trying to help Mohinder by pulling out, but Mohinder pulled him back, sucking and gulping in defiance as Sylar yelled.
Feeling a tickle in the back of his throat Mohinder swallowed a few times, desperate not to cough. He gently wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Sylar fell to his knees and smiled dopily, holding Mohinder’s head in his hands.
“So,” Mohinder whispered. “Rematch?”