Mohinder opened his mouth and tilted his head back as Sylar poured a little champagne onto his tongue and lapped up the drips that ran down his chin. Sylar’s tongue was soft and Mohinder hummed as he tipped champagne onto his collarbone and quickly dipped to cover it with his mouth, sucking and kissing as he went. He let his hand drift towards Mohinder’s stomach where his cock was hard and flush against his middle.


Oh so hotttttttttttttttt....what a great birthday gift!!!!

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