It's like being the centre of someone's universe. There's no other way to describe it. Mohinder's not a quiet man, vocally murmuring about his pleasure as he grips onto the headboard, toes finding purchase in the sheets. The same is true for his thoughts, all of which guide Sylar from becoming a talented lover to the best lover Mohinder could ever imagine.

He's left an almost sobbing mess, the strength and degree of his orgasm rocking him long after Sylar's found his own. He's still trembling, laughing from time to time, his joy in the other man almost surreal.

Sylar is a murderer that no one had ever wanted for who he truly is until now. He'll never have to doubt Mohinder's affection again.