Heroes Drabbles--Petlar
Ten 100 word Petlar drabbles for the Mission_Insane “Saucy” prompt table.
Ratings vary from G to R.
Kiss-100 words (Sylar POV)
It's hopelessly cliched but true, every kiss with Peter is different. Sometimes it's hot and rough, full of teeth and blood. Sometimes it's slow and sweet with pouty lips and little sucks. Sometimes it's quick and chaste, just a teasing promise. Sometimes it's comforting and long, full of power and reassurance. There are little kisses pressed to foreheads and cheeks after long days. There are kisses on the neck for bad days or good nights. There are kisses down below that promise something amazing. But nothing beats the drawn out kisses with the sinfull push and drag of Peter's tongue.
Suck-100 words (Peter POV)
No one else on Earth has power over Sylar like I do. And it's not about money, or the law, or abilities. It's about this. With my lips wrapped around his dick, I'm the one in control. I might as well be the boogeyman for all he's willing to do for this. He knows it too, that this gives me control. But he's okay with it, because he knows it's not about power or dominance. It's about us. It's about my lips, tongue, and throat. It's about sucking him down and forcing myself to swallow. Kiss, suck, rub, suck, swallow.
Nibble-100 words (Sylar POV)
When I makes passes over Peter's nipples with teeth and tongue he loses it. His whole body seems to hum. His legs spread, his hips cant, and he makes the most delicious mewling noises I have ever heard. All because of one tiny act.
I tug and bite and pull, but nothing beats the reaction I get when I nibble on that cute patch of pink flesh. His body is just hardwired to find that one simple act undeniably arousing. It's beautiful, the way light scrapes of teeth and tongue can unravel him. I just love watching him come apart.
Bite-100 words (Peter POV)
On the inside of my thigh, just before my leg connects to my pelvis, there's a scar. It's a bite from Sylar. When this, whatever this is, started, I hadn't taken regeneration back yet. I was afraid of being alone and the same while everyone changed. But Sylar stuck with me and I took regeneration back. Just before I did, Sylar bit into my thigh. It's the only scar I have left, the only one I keep; because Sylar looks at it every day like it's the only reason I stay with him. I keep it because he needs it.
Lick-100 words (Sylar POV)
Cocktease isn't nessecarily a suffiecient term for what Peter is. Really, tease just seems too innocent. He's a cock...fucker...or something. I just don't know. But what I do know is that it is absolutely sinful the way his tongue wraps around that icecream cone. There is no way a lick like that is nessecary. It was absolutely obscene. He looked like he was giving the damn cone head. I can't even get service like that, you know...unless I beg. Sylar does not beg.
“We're in public Petrelli, try to control yourself.”
“You're just jealous.”
“I am not.”
Taste-100 words (Peter POV)
Salt has never been my flavor of choice. I always prefered sweets to salt and it was only reinforced when I was forced to live of of ramen throughout college. Salt is just...bleh. I never would've imagined myself willfully sucking down something that tasted like bitter salt. So naturally I always assumed blowjobs would be a no no. But eventually I found myself staring down Sylar's urethra and...swallowing. It's not something I'd drink a cup of, but it's not the worst thing I've tasted. I don't know how, but somehow salt doesn't taste so bad when it's Sylar's special brand.
Touch-100 words (Sylar POV)
For the longest time I convinced myself that the best course of action was to look, not touch. I caved at first, when I was still reeling from seeing someone else in my hell. But then I regained my composure. I kept away. I told myself that touches would only end in pain, my pain. So I stood back or to the side. But my resolve crumbled, the longer we were together, the more I needed to just touch. So I just stopped fighting it. Then we pushed and shoved and fought until we had all the touch we needed.
Stroke-100 words (Peter POV)
I can seriously gauge Sylar's mood by the way he strokes me pre-sex. Sometimes I feel a little cheated at the loss of surprise, but then I realise how volatile Sylar is and see the blessing. And still, there's that building tension, that flutter in my belly while I wait for his hand to finally wrap around me. My whole body thrums and sings with anticipation. Every fiber of my being winds up tight, waiting to explode when I finally get that first delicious stroke. In the end, rough or not, I'm happy to know I know him so well.
Fondle-100 words (Sylar POV)
One should not fondle unless they have the balls to deal with the sometimes less than stellar reaction you get from your boyfriend. I am one of the few with the balls of steel required to fondle a touchy twink in public and inappropriate situations. Sure, he bitches and moans and threatens to withhold sex, but I just keep it up and soon enough he's moaning nice and pretty and looking up at me like I'm God's gift to his dick and ass. So I feel free to fondle at any and all times because I'm just that fucking good.
Nuzzle-100 words (Peter POV)
It's childish and it makes Sylar uncomfortable, but I just can't help it. His belly button, I just don't know, I have the undeniable urge to nuzzle my nose into it. I love those lethargic mornings when I can wriggle down the bed and dig my nose into Sylar's warm skin and take a deep breath. I like the way his skin pulls taught. I like that his skin smells like Old Spice. I like the way his happy trail tickles my nose. Mmmm, it's a lot of little things that make nuzzling into his belly button so damn amazing.