Luke nuzzled Sylar’s neck shamelessly, occasionally smacking a little kiss onto his warm skin or darting his tongue out to make him shiver. “Didn’t I tell you this would be fun?”

“Hmmm.” Sylar gave the boy a squeeze, shifting slightly in the bed. “It’s pretty disgusting, I know that.” Still he failed to move from the sweat-soaked mattress where they’d been screwing and cuddling, screwing and cuddling for over twelve hours.

“You’ve never just lain in bed all day? It’s the best.” He sprawled on top of Sylar, smiling when their cocks brushed together and Sylar whimpered.

“Already?” Sylar wiggled his hips beneath the boy’s weight and swept his hands down the backs of his thighs. “God, to have stopped ageing at seventeen...”