Title: Care Full
Characters: Peter, Sylar
Words: 1,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Setting: The Wall
Summary: Peter and Sylar, third or fourth time of sex. Peter being careful of Sylar's issues.
Peter sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Sylar came out of the bathroom, ready for the evening. "What do you like in bed?"
Sylar stopped. "What we've been doing is fine."
"Mm." Peter was unconvinced. "Come here," he said quietly.
Sylar approached.
Peter lifted Sylar's t-shirt and kissed his belly, rubbing his face against the soft skin. "Do you like this?"
Sylar swallowed and looked down with a neutral expression. "Yes." Peter rubbed his chin back and forth against Sylar's belly, looking up at him and remaining unconvinced. After a beat, Sylar added, "You don't have to be careful with me, Peter. I'm not made of glass."
Peter quirked a brow and a corner of his mouth in amusement. "Really?" Let me test that. He turned his face and bit Sylar, hard, a big mouthful of sensitive, vulnerable flesh that now featured a faint imprint of Peter's teeth. Peter looked up at him with bared teeth now.
Sylar looked shocked and pleased, eyes wide and half a delighted smile on his face.
Oh, he really does like that. Peter hooked a foot beside Sylar's ankle, knocking it to the side as he pushed and pulled the man's hips, spinning him and sending him tumbling into the bed on his back.
Sylar landed with a bounce, but he didn't fight or get back up.
Peter came up next to him, kneeling on the bed. He took a moment to check Sylar's expression.
Sylar looked pleased, but disdainful. "You're still being careful."
Peter slapped him – instantly and without warning, more speed than strength. "Do you have any idea who you are to me? Of course, I'm being careful!"
Sylar's mouth fell open, either in outraged surprise, arousal, or both.
Peter snarled at him, then slapped him again just as lightning quick as the first time. Then he was on Sylar with a hard, brief kiss. A second later, his hand groped Sylar's groin, his grip firm and insistent. Sylar was already hard. He likes it rough? I can give it rough. Peter switched from Sylar's mouth to his jawline and then his neck, biting at him as he pressed his pelvis to Sylar's hip, and manhandled his junk with a hard, twisting motion. Sylar groaned and his hips bucked.
"Yeah? You want it? Roll over. Get naked." Peter got off the bed to shuck his boxers and t-shirt, leaving Sylar to do the same. He didn't miss the worried, slightly paler look on Sylar's face before the man was face-down and on his knees, positioned for rear entry. Peter snagged the lotion as he climbed back on. "Middle of the bed." He gave Sylar a hard nudge. The man went silently.
Peter lotioned himself up thoroughly, then Sylar – his entire, hairy crack. He positioned himself, penis between cheeks, and rubbed up and down, feeling Sylar's hot body against his shaft. He leaned forward, pressing them together enough to put Sylar off-balance. Sylar moved his elbows out to brace them, but Peter reached under the man's armpits and lifted him while shoving forward with his hips. Sylar ended up mostly flat. Peter made it entirely flat with a few seconds more of maneuvering.
Sylar was breathing fast and shallow – doing and saying nothing. Peter laid on top of him, fairly still, and kissed his shoulder lightly. Sylar turned his face away. He was beginning to sweat. Peter said, "I'm not going to fuck you tonight."
Sylar turned his face back. "You … can." It seemed difficult for him to get the words out.
"I know." Peter kissed him again. "It's not what I want right now." He nibbled on Sylar's skin. "It's not what I've prepared you for." Already, Sylar's breathing was deeper. His color was returning.
"What-" Peter bit him harder, cutting off the question. He snaked his arm around Sylar's throat, not tight enough to make a difference in Sylar's breathing, but it was there. Peter's hips moved, sliding his shaft up and down Sylar's well-lubed crack.
"Thisss," Peter hissed. He put his free hand to Sylar's hip to stabilize himself and started thrusting harder. It was just like they were having sex except no one was being penetrated and the sensation was considerably different. It wasn't fantastic, but it was enough. "I'm going to take you whatever way I like, and this is what I want tonight!" He snarled, pressed his face to Sylar's upper back, and snugged his arm around his throat. Sylar's fingers were on Peter's forearm, not protesting in the least, but rather just feeling of it. His breathing was rough, aroused now. Peter's cheeks clenched and pumped, hoping to be forceful enough with it to give Sylar some friction against the bed.
It felt good – wet, slick, hot. Sliding against each other, listening to Sylar's hoarse breaths, occasionally ratcheting up the pressure, biting his back and leaving teeth marks behind when Sylar would gasp and shudder. He felt it when Sylar went, the spasms passing through the man's entire body, the taut arch of his back going limp after. Peter released his neck, slid down so his knees were firmly seated on the mattress and his dick lodged in the cleft of Sylar's ass. He put one hand to encircle the head of his dick and used the other to keep his balance as he continued thrusting against the man. He spilled onto the small of Sylar's back soon enough. Peter smeared it liberally in that spot that he loved to touch, just at the level of Sylar's waistband.
He leaned forward in a push-up position over Sylar's body. This time, Sylar didn't turn away to hide his face. He looked blissed out and only a little concerned. Peter gave his shoulder a peck. "I'm always going to be careful with you, Sylar." He rubbed the tip of his nose where he'd kissed. "Always."