Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 11
Title: Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 11
Author: ilovetbag24
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex, language
Characters: Mohinder/Sylar, another character (it's a surprise!!)
Summary: Mohinder wakes up to find Heather gone and he and Sylar go out for a drink...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Mohinder sighed sleepily and extended his arm to wrap around Heather. He felt the warm body of Sylar behind him, his arms wrapped possessively around his waist. He smiled, wanting to feel both bodies of the people he wanted more than anybody else on either side of him. His eyes opened slowly when he didn’t feel Heather by his side.
“She left already,” Mohinder heard Sylar whisper behind him. He rolled onto his back, looking up at his lover. “Where did she go?” Mohinder asked.
“She had to go back to her family’s house. She said they have been pretty strict on her since the first night she was with us.” Mohinder sat from the bed and looked past Sylar toward the alarm clock. It read 7:49 PM.
“I need to feed tonight,” Mohinder said, going to get up. Sylar swiftly pushed Mohinder’s arms out from under him and rolled on top of him. “It’s still early. The blood you desire won’t be out until around 11 PM,” Sylar breathed, nuzzling Mohinder’s neck.
Mohinder’s eyes fluttered closed feeling Sylar’s lips on him. “Well, I…uh…I need to take a shower…” Mohinder sucked in a breath feeling Sylar’s naked skin move against his own. “We’ll take one together in a bit…right now I want your body. I haven’t had you for myself in so long…”
Mohinder laughed loudly. “You had me last night!” Mohinder complained, “how much sex do you need?” Sylar sat up and looked down at him. “No amount of sex with you will ever sate my thirst.” And he pressed his lips fully against Mohinder’s.
Both men caressed and touched, a combination of gentleness and harsh touches. Mohinder whimpered underneath him like a wounded animal as Sylar licked along his neck, chest, and stomach.
Mohinder cried out, his fingers grabbing at Sylar’s hair, as Sylar took Mohinder’s hard cock in his mouth. “Sylar…Sylar…Sylar…” he chanted that name like a symphony over and over again, his lover bringing waves of pleasure until he was sure he’d drown from it. Sylar added vocals, humming low in the back of his mouth, causing Mohinder’s back to arch off the bed. “Yes, yes…oh, fuck me Sylar…” he moaned, reaching his pinnacle.
Sylar withdrew his mouth and kissed back up his body. “Heather’s amazing, isn’t she?” Sylar murmured, showering his lover with kisses all over his face.
“Uh-huh,” Mohinder moaned, delighting in the butterfly kisses along his forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. Sylar lowered himself between coffee colored legs and pressed his swollen erection at Mohinder’s entrance.
“She whimpers like you do when I fuck you,” Sylar taunted, rubbing his body against Mohinder’s cock. The darker man’s skin was flaming red as he tossed his head back, trying to buck his hips to add to the friction.
“Uh…yes…she’s very vocal,” Mohinder whimpered, “and her body is soft and perfect.”
Sylar smiled down at him. “And she gives amazing head like you do.” Mohinder shook his head, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. “I…uh, yes…I wouldn’t know…” Sylar gazed down before smiling mischievously. “That’s right,” Sylar cooed, reaching between them to gently stroke his cock, “you’ve never felt that delicious mouth around your cock, have you?”
Mohinder bucked into Sylar’s hand, reaching overhead to grasp the headboard. “N…no…not yet…” he breathed. Sylar pushed the tip of his head into Mohinder’s entrance, warranting another cock hardening whimper.
Sylar took his time, pushing deeper and deeper into his vampire lover. “That mouth of hers…uh, yeah…is so fucking hot…that tongue…oh, fuck me Mohinder…” Mohinder kept steadily squeezing himself around Sylar as he pushed more and more of himself inside him. Sylar ran his fingers through Mohinder’s hair, propping himself on his elbows, and keeping eye contact with Mohinder. “She sucks like you do…”
Very swiftly, Sylar wrapped his arms around Mohinder and rolled them over so that Mohinder was on top. He sat straight up and immediately lowered himself to take all of Sylar in. “Fuck yes, Mohinder,” Sylar moaned as Mohinder began to move on top of him. Sylar moaned loudly, bucking his hips up, desperate for more friction from his lover. He looked up at Mohinder; his long neck exposed to him, his face contorted in absolute pleasure, his body squirming and riding him, the pace beginning to pick up.
“Harder, Mohinder…ride my cock harder,” Sylar commanded, sinking his fingers into Mohinder’s hips. Mohinder moaned and whimpered loudly as his body slapped against Sylar’s. His hands went to Sylar’s chest, keeping himself upright.
“You and Heather fuck just alike,” Sylar moaned, reaching to stroke Mohinder, “you both move so gracefully, you both make such fucking hot noises…I can’t get enough, Mohinder…I want more…fuck, I want more…”
Mohinder rode Sylar so hard they were both seeing stars. “Uh…uh…Sylar, please, fuck me,” Mohinder whimpered. His cock twitched in Sylar’s hand and within seconds he came all over Sylar’s chest and stomach. Sylar sat up and wrapped his arms around Mohinder, burying his face in the other man’s chest. “Harder, Mohinder…come on baby…fuck me…fuck me…” Sylar tossed his head back and screamed as one final push sent him over the edge.
Both men fell back onto the bed, Mohinder moving to curl beside his lover. “I love you,” he murmured breathlessly. “I’ll always love you,” Sylar whispered, “now how about that shower…”
*
The club was busy as usual; college students from NYU, Columbia, and various other performing arts schools and community colleges in New York City were there. Sylar and Mohinder sat at a corner booth, scanning the club for another victim. Mohinder was salivating; all these beautiful women, he could literally hear and taste the blood.
“I’m going to walk around and find someone,” Sylar yelled over the loud music. He leaned over and licked Mohinder’s neck tenderly before scooting out of the booth.
A beer in hand, Sylar scanned the crowd. So many beautiful college girls, it was like picking out a cute puppy from the pet store…of course, in this case you wouldn’t get a puppy just to simply kill it.
A crowd of sorority girls caught his eye. All were dressed in cute tops and skirts with high stiletto heels. Sylar wondered how in the hell these young chicks could keep their balance, drunk nonetheless, in heels that high. One girl in particular stood out: pretty, blonde, petite…she was perfect. Exactly the kind of girl Mohinder likes to feed off.
*
Mohinder’s eyes widened as Sylar came back with his present. Sylar’s eyes sparkled, knowing that his lover was pleased.
“Mohinder, I’d like you to meet Claire. Claire, this is Mohinder…”
Author: ilovetbag24
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex, language
Characters: Mohinder/Sylar, another character (it's a surprise!!)
Summary: Mohinder wakes up to find Heather gone and he and Sylar go out for a drink...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Mohinder sighed sleepily and extended his arm to wrap around Heather. He felt the warm body of Sylar behind him, his arms wrapped possessively around his waist. He smiled, wanting to feel both bodies of the people he wanted more than anybody else on either side of him. His eyes opened slowly when he didn’t feel Heather by his side.
“She left already,” Mohinder heard Sylar whisper behind him. He rolled onto his back, looking up at his lover. “Where did she go?” Mohinder asked.
“She had to go back to her family’s house. She said they have been pretty strict on her since the first night she was with us.” Mohinder sat from the bed and looked past Sylar toward the alarm clock. It read 7:49 PM.
“I need to feed tonight,” Mohinder said, going to get up. Sylar swiftly pushed Mohinder’s arms out from under him and rolled on top of him. “It’s still early. The blood you desire won’t be out until around 11 PM,” Sylar breathed, nuzzling Mohinder’s neck.
Mohinder’s eyes fluttered closed feeling Sylar’s lips on him. “Well, I…uh…I need to take a shower…” Mohinder sucked in a breath feeling Sylar’s naked skin move against his own. “We’ll take one together in a bit…right now I want your body. I haven’t had you for myself in so long…”
Mohinder laughed loudly. “You had me last night!” Mohinder complained, “how much sex do you need?” Sylar sat up and looked down at him. “No amount of sex with you will ever sate my thirst.” And he pressed his lips fully against Mohinder’s.
Both men caressed and touched, a combination of gentleness and harsh touches. Mohinder whimpered underneath him like a wounded animal as Sylar licked along his neck, chest, and stomach.
Mohinder cried out, his fingers grabbing at Sylar’s hair, as Sylar took Mohinder’s hard cock in his mouth. “Sylar…Sylar…Sylar…” he chanted that name like a symphony over and over again, his lover bringing waves of pleasure until he was sure he’d drown from it. Sylar added vocals, humming low in the back of his mouth, causing Mohinder’s back to arch off the bed. “Yes, yes…oh, fuck me Sylar…” he moaned, reaching his pinnacle.
Sylar withdrew his mouth and kissed back up his body. “Heather’s amazing, isn’t she?” Sylar murmured, showering his lover with kisses all over his face.
“Uh-huh,” Mohinder moaned, delighting in the butterfly kisses along his forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. Sylar lowered himself between coffee colored legs and pressed his swollen erection at Mohinder’s entrance.
“She whimpers like you do when I fuck you,” Sylar taunted, rubbing his body against Mohinder’s cock. The darker man’s skin was flaming red as he tossed his head back, trying to buck his hips to add to the friction.
“Uh…yes…she’s very vocal,” Mohinder whimpered, “and her body is soft and perfect.”
Sylar smiled down at him. “And she gives amazing head like you do.” Mohinder shook his head, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. “I…uh, yes…I wouldn’t know…” Sylar gazed down before smiling mischievously. “That’s right,” Sylar cooed, reaching between them to gently stroke his cock, “you’ve never felt that delicious mouth around your cock, have you?”
Mohinder bucked into Sylar’s hand, reaching overhead to grasp the headboard. “N…no…not yet…” he breathed. Sylar pushed the tip of his head into Mohinder’s entrance, warranting another cock hardening whimper.
Sylar took his time, pushing deeper and deeper into his vampire lover. “That mouth of hers…uh, yeah…is so fucking hot…that tongue…oh, fuck me Mohinder…” Mohinder kept steadily squeezing himself around Sylar as he pushed more and more of himself inside him. Sylar ran his fingers through Mohinder’s hair, propping himself on his elbows, and keeping eye contact with Mohinder. “She sucks like you do…”
Very swiftly, Sylar wrapped his arms around Mohinder and rolled them over so that Mohinder was on top. He sat straight up and immediately lowered himself to take all of Sylar in. “Fuck yes, Mohinder,” Sylar moaned as Mohinder began to move on top of him. Sylar moaned loudly, bucking his hips up, desperate for more friction from his lover. He looked up at Mohinder; his long neck exposed to him, his face contorted in absolute pleasure, his body squirming and riding him, the pace beginning to pick up.
“Harder, Mohinder…ride my cock harder,” Sylar commanded, sinking his fingers into Mohinder’s hips. Mohinder moaned and whimpered loudly as his body slapped against Sylar’s. His hands went to Sylar’s chest, keeping himself upright.
“You and Heather fuck just alike,” Sylar moaned, reaching to stroke Mohinder, “you both move so gracefully, you both make such fucking hot noises…I can’t get enough, Mohinder…I want more…fuck, I want more…”
Mohinder rode Sylar so hard they were both seeing stars. “Uh…uh…Sylar, please, fuck me,” Mohinder whimpered. His cock twitched in Sylar’s hand and within seconds he came all over Sylar’s chest and stomach. Sylar sat up and wrapped his arms around Mohinder, burying his face in the other man’s chest. “Harder, Mohinder…come on baby…fuck me…fuck me…” Sylar tossed his head back and screamed as one final push sent him over the edge.
Both men fell back onto the bed, Mohinder moving to curl beside his lover. “I love you,” he murmured breathlessly. “I’ll always love you,” Sylar whispered, “now how about that shower…”
*
The club was busy as usual; college students from NYU, Columbia, and various other performing arts schools and community colleges in New York City were there. Sylar and Mohinder sat at a corner booth, scanning the club for another victim. Mohinder was salivating; all these beautiful women, he could literally hear and taste the blood.
“I’m going to walk around and find someone,” Sylar yelled over the loud music. He leaned over and licked Mohinder’s neck tenderly before scooting out of the booth.
A beer in hand, Sylar scanned the crowd. So many beautiful college girls, it was like picking out a cute puppy from the pet store…of course, in this case you wouldn’t get a puppy just to simply kill it.
A crowd of sorority girls caught his eye. All were dressed in cute tops and skirts with high stiletto heels. Sylar wondered how in the hell these young chicks could keep their balance, drunk nonetheless, in heels that high. One girl in particular stood out: pretty, blonde, petite…she was perfect. Exactly the kind of girl Mohinder likes to feed off.
*
Mohinder’s eyes widened as Sylar came back with his present. Sylar’s eyes sparkled, knowing that his lover was pleased.
“Mohinder, I’d like you to meet Claire. Claire, this is Mohinder…”