Sylar

He breaks a second later, the tension in his stomach snapping in a rush of heat. He cries out, kissing him again in a belated attempt to mute himself, then breaks away to drop his head to his shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. It's a good few minutes later before he finally moves again, his fingers finding his way to Mohinder's hair, brushing it out of his face with surprising tenderness, still trying to tell him through touch that he missed him.