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.