He thought he'd need to bring himself to hardness before proceeding, but to his surprise, when he looked down, he was as hard as the other man. Guess he'd enjoyed being on both ends of that. Who knew.
Sylar stood up. Other Sylar stood up. Words weren't wasted as the second man bent over the arm of the couch. Time wasn't wasted in preparation. Disposable copies were disposable, after all. And hopefully not breakable.
With one hand on the other man's shoulder, and one on his own cock, he positioned himself. Took a breath in, heard half a shaking breath taken in by the other, and rammed himself in to the hilt.
The reaction he got was hardly disappointing. An audible howl was of course present. But oh the myriad of other sounds was what brought Sylar to the edge. He heard the short ragged breaths, the impossibly fast heartbeat, the flexing of the ring of muscles surrounding him. In a second he was bored with the sounds, and pulled out almost all the way to hear everything quiet down. Again he rammed forward and the sounds greeted him in full; music to his ears. He reached down with the hand not on his partner's shoulder and began pulling him off at the same pace he was pushing into him.
They came at the second he knew they would. They came together, not a moment too soon either of them. At the last moment, Other Sylar had twisted his head back and they had locked eye contact. Both of their pupils so dilated it was hard to tell that one was lighter eyed than the other. The moment passed when they closed their eyes, again at the same time.
When Sylar opened his eyes again, he was alone. Just the way he liked it.
