evolved: (BREATHLESS)
gabriel ❝ sʏʟᴀʀ ❞ gray ([personal profile] evolved) wrote 2012-03-01 07:57 pm (UTC)

[ I win, Peter. The thought rings loud and clear in Sylar's mind, but he isn't sure of whether this really is a victory or as much of a defeat for him as it is for Peter. His hatred is nowhere near as deeply rooted as Peter's is -- it's grown along with the other man's; Peter despising him as much as he does has turned sparks into flames, but the twisted fascination with him that Sylar's always felt overcomes it and it bleeds into his anger until he wants to rip him apart for reasons entirely different. Peter might be the one submitting and giving in and writhing beneath a man who's supposed to repulse him, this might be Sylar forcefully claiming and taking all of Peter, but the outcome is the same for both of them.

This is just another step towards their eventual and inevitable mutual destruction.

Sylar makes no move to assist Peter in his frustrated struggle to wriggle his way out of his jeans, only lets his hips still for a second to stare down at him and breathe, hotly and heavily, through lightly clenched teeth. The grip he keeps on the back of Sylar's thighs, the way he only helps to eliminate any space remaining between them doesn't make what he's trying to accomplish any easier -- the more Peter squirms, the more trapped he becomes by Sylar's body, it seems, but although the process is slow, each buck of Peter's hips causes his pants to slip a bit further down his legs.

His quickened heartbeat, ragged breathing, the way Peter's let his head drop back and exposed the long line of his throat - Sylar takes it all in while the grind of his hips against Peter's turns more urgent, and when Peter finally can give that last kick of his leg to rid himself of his jeans and boxers, Sylar is already shifting a thigh to situate himself between Peter's spread knees, pressing up close and pushing down harder. But he's unprepared for Peter wrapping a leg around his waist -- when he's pulled in and the other rocks up to meet him again, Sylar has to curl a hand around Peter's hip to steady them both, and only then does it occur to him that Peter is offering, wordlessly asking him to take everything, and he makes a breathless sound when the aching weight of his cock slides against Peter's inner thigh.

Like this, right now, he could push right into Peter and take him and fuck him, and Sylar shudders at the mere thought. What he does is lift himself just enough to bring a hand down between their bodies, and, with his eyes still on the other man's face and without a single hint of hesitation, he wraps sure fingers around the length of Peter's cock.
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