The Power of Persuasion
AKA If Mohinder had an ability, it would require Sylar, a Bed, and a Thousand Orgasms
I watch your lips as they
"There are so many people we can help,
Mohinder… You have given me hope…"
As we linger at our respective
Motel Rooms
I watch your lips form the words
But I watch your lips for
Something else
For a "kiss me" maybe
Or a "Fuck me" and strangely
Any which one will do
But I shan't complain
Because…
For some vague reason now
I feel like shutting your mouth
With my mouth
Whilst rubbing my need against your
Cock
Not caring who sees
Or if you want me
It's just you and me
And no one will hear...
I don't know why but for some strange
Tangible
Reason now
I have the greatest need to follow you inside
And
Strip you of this layered encumbrance you call clothing
As you melt away my own burden with your 'touch'
Just one hot, festering caress
You will see me at my proudest
I want only you to see me
On my knees
Eyes wide shut
Fist narrowly open
I want you to melt my insides
So as you suggest, though perhaps jokingly,
To share a room as you mess around with your keys
Brown meets Brown
As there is no doubt
In my mind
That
I need to
"Mohinder, are you alright?" I watch
Your lips form the words
But I watch them now for
Something worse
I shake my head, confusion apparent on my brow
And I open my mouth to say
Nothing
Because… for a moment
I believed
That I wanted you.
