Much of Mohinder's motives are based on needing to know that Sylar is real. He's been having such intense dreams of him the past few days that he needs this connection. He does most of the work, allowing Sylar to just lounge back against Peter's pillows. The younger Petrelli isn't going to be pleased about this. Not at all.

And that doesn't stop Mohinder from breathing wickedly against Sylar's ear as his hips move in rhythm of their joined pleasure. His fingers move through Sylar's chest hair. He whines.

"Almost...can't tell that I-- Mērē bhagavāna... Shaved you."