A/N: Decided to add a little bit more, wanted to keep it fairly clean. Reviews would be really helpful.
Warning: Slashfic
Peter had never been romantically involved with a man before, and it surprised him how gentle and patient a lover Sylar was. Of course, he was old enough to understand the basic idea of how it worked, but he had never even experimented with a guy before.
Sylar allowed Peter to take his time, testing what he liked and didn't like and how different things felt. When he could tell that Peter was unsure, and quivering from nervousness rather than anticipation, he murmured instructions and reassurance.
Eventually, they reached a point where Peter was comfortable enough to take things that little bit further. This was no ordinary sex, with the various abilities that existed between them, Sylar threw a few little tricks into the mix.
Sylar spent hours working at Peter, manipulating every possible pleasure point on his body. The more he moaned the more Sylar's lust grew. Peter had never experienced anything like this before, didn't understand how he could have gone so long without it.
Sylar shut his eyes and relished the sound of Peter's voice, the feel of his skin and the scent of his hair. Peter caught him by surprise and pinned him down on the bed, stared a moment into his eyes and then turned invisible.
Sylar blinked several times, he could feel Peter still holding his arms but could not see him. He gasped as Peter struck, biting at his nipple as his soft hands snaked down Sylar's body, lingering at his navel.
Sylar could not anticipate what Peter was going to do. It was like being blindfolded.
His eyebrows of epicness rose as Peter's fingertips made their way down from his stomach and paused, just inches away from his groin. Peter grinned invisibly at the shallowness of Sylar's breathing and the tortured longing on his face.
Just as Sylar was about to beg Peter to do something, he was suddenly blinded with blissful rapture. His hands gripped at the sheets and his fists clenched, his arms twitching with the effort of handling how good Peter was making him feel.
It pleased Peter to know that Sylar felt as though he were going to burst in flames or explode because his body could not possibly contain his delight. He didn't even care that the walls were thin and his neighbours would be able to hear the moans and whimpers issuing from his bedroom.
He stopped what he was doing and moved up the bed. As he became visible again he muttered huskily in Sylar's ear, "I want you to, um... You know..."
Sylar looked searchingly into Peter's eyes, making sure that he was ready for this. Without a word, he gently positioned Peter where he wanted him and nibbled at his ear as he ran his fingers down his spine.
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Four hours later, they were both exhausted. They collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs and sheets and fell asleep.
