[ Sylar touches him with hands that have taken hundreds of lives and he's not in any way being gentle, his fingers dig into Peter's skin, skin that he knows all too well what it looks like painted red with blood and he's pushing more of his shirt out of the way to give himself access to more of Peter's chest. He isn't hesitating because he's aware of what he wants, so used to simply taking when he does that this feels like far less of an exception than it really should.
The noises that he knows the other man is trying to hold back are constant reminders of both Peter's defeat and the kind of effect everything Sylar is doing is having on him, and they make this feel so much more real, real like Sylar's voice does after he figures out how to breathe and speak again when Peter breaks the kiss. ]
Look at me.
[ It's rough and thick with arousal and it's a threat and a demand and a plea, somehow, at the same time. Because he wants to do just that, stare into Peter again, he wants to see, the hatred and the fury and everything that Peter is feeling and keeping from him and it's too intimate to even be close to alright. Sylar's shirt has shifted from Peter's tugging to reveal a bare hip and a bit of waist, just below where Peter's hand is placed, and the skin on skin contact that allows when they slide back together nearly makes Sylar's breath catch. It should've taken everything to an entirely new level, but things are already so hot and intense that they must've passed the point of no return the moment Sylar touched his fingers to Peter's neck. ]
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The noises that he knows the other man is trying to hold back are constant reminders of both Peter's defeat and the kind of effect everything Sylar is doing is having on him, and they make this feel so much more real, real like Sylar's voice does after he figures out how to breathe and speak again when Peter breaks the kiss. ]
Look at me.
[ It's rough and thick with arousal and it's a threat and a demand and a plea, somehow, at the same time. Because he wants to do just that, stare into Peter again, he wants to see, the hatred and the fury and everything that Peter is feeling and keeping from him and it's too intimate to even be close to alright. Sylar's shirt has shifted from Peter's tugging to reveal a bare hip and a bit of waist, just below where Peter's hand is placed, and the skin on skin contact that allows when they slide back together nearly makes Sylar's breath catch. It should've taken everything to an entirely new level, but things are already so hot and intense that they must've passed the point of no return the moment Sylar touched his fingers to Peter's neck. ]