Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Rating: R
Summary: What Sendhil likes & what Zach wants.
"What do you like about--"
His words are cut short by a loud and wet smack, elaborate and eloquent and drawing Zach's attention to his hips, where dark curls rest against his skin and long fingers play along sharp angle of bone.
Sendhil is gazing up at him intently, light from the city nightscape outside the window reflecting in his black eyes and making them twinkle, playful and curious and amused, always amused.
"--guys?" Zach finishes his sentence, popping himself up on a pillow to get a better view of the man laying half atop of him, splayed naked against the crumpled sheets, feet dangling off the far end of the bed.
Sendhil chuckles and a puff of air tickles Zach's stomach, just below the bellybutton. "Is that your roundabout way of asking me what I like about you?"
The question comes as a bit of a surprise to Zach, although it shouldn't, not really. Would Sendhil ever resist the smallest opportunity to tease? "No?" Zach tries, well knowing he doesn't sound very convincing.
Sendhil grins, full of sharp teeth and mischief. "Liar," he says, easily and so carelessly calling Zach on it again.
"Guys. Guys, guys, guys." Sendhi's voice is sing-songy as he pushes his body up and gets on all fours, arms on each side of Zach's waist. Their bodies are still damp from the shower they shared not so many minutes ago, and Zach shivers as Sendhil's warmth leaves his skin. He gazes down on Sendhil's expression, but can't really decide whether Sendhil has chosen to ignore the question or if he is still considering his answer.
Sendhil ducks his head and his face is obscured from Zach's view now, hair falling to tickle his pelvis. The kisses Sendhil starts to press to his skin are light and close-mouthed, sucking just slightly before pulling away. They're everywhere -- stomach, navel, hipbone, thighs -- but mostly they fall on Zach's penis, sometimes ducking further down to tease his balls. The lips aren't insistent, almost platonic, but Zach still feels blood rush to his groin, lifting it up ever so slowly to touch against Sendhil's stubbled cheeks.
Suddenly Sendhil looks up, directly into his eyes, and says, "I like dick."
Zach snorts. "Well, that much is apparent." As soon as he says it Sendhil is on him, front teeth scraping -- lightly, but just enough to cause pain -- over his glans, and Zach's breath hitches in his throat. "Hey!"
"Never be snarky with a man who has his mouth an inch from your cock. Didn't they teach you anything in school?"
"I went to Catholic sch--"
"Exactly my point."
Zach can't help but burst out laughing at that cheap shot. Sendhil, looking as smug as ever, tries to catch the head of Zach's cock into his mouth again, but it slips pass his lips as Zach can't stop the fits of laughter shaking his body. Sendhil looks annoyed for a second, but then presses Zach's body down with firm hands and places his tongue flat against the base of Zach's erection. Zach stops laughing.
Sendhil travels upwards slowly, purposefully. Briefly darting his tongue into the hole at the tip of Zach's cock, he ducks down again to bury his nose in pubic hair, hands roaming narrow hips. Zach reaches down and traces the lines of muscle on Sendhil's shoulders and back, feeling them flex as Sendhil bobs his head up and down, placing open-mouthed kissed and breathing deeply from the hair. Zach lets out a chuckle at the enthusiasm, but it comes out more as a sigh.
Sendhil shifts to crawl up, and Zach feels an unmistakable hardness against his legs and he arches up to meet it, tangling his legs with Sendhil's and bringing their bodies closer together. Sendhil moans deep in his throat and closes his mouth around Zach's nipple, rolling it with his tongue and sending shivers through Zach's body with deep humming. It hurts, almost, Sendhil's large hands fondling the muscles of his chest as his mouth sucks and nibbles relentlessly at his nipple, and Zach reaches around Sendhil's waist to dig nails into the firm back. At that Sendhil's mouth leaves his skin and his breath hitches in his throat, the line of his neck arched beautifully just a few inches from Zach's face. There is a drop of sweat tickling down the flushed skin, pooling at the perfectly shaped collarbone, and Zach wants to taste it, desperately, but as he opens his mouth and moves in to capture it, Sendhil's hands tangle in his hair and his head is pulled back. Teeth run over his jawline, over the soft skin just below, then settles on his Adam's apple.
Zach groans and feels his own cock twitch helplessly where it's trapped between Sendhil's pelvis and his own stomach. He wants to shift, to touch it against Sendhil's, to feel the other man's desire in that solid, concrete shape he knows so well. "Sendhil," he calls, surprised that his voice doesn't break.
Sendhil finally lifts up his face, letting their eyes meet. "You're pretty," he says, and as sombre as his expression is, he may as well be confessing his undying love to a dying lover. Zach would have found it comical, weren't it for how Sendhil has begun to rock against him, thigh against thigh, slippery with sweat, hard nipples brushing against chest hair, cocks against each other, wet. Sendhil's eyes never leave Zach's face, fingers tracing brows, nose, lips, cheekbones, jaw. It's slow, drawn out, and they both come with a few silent, shuddering breaths.
For the first time in a while, Zach feels he wouldn't mind falling asleep like this. He knows he shouldn't, of course, and rolls over onto his side, letting Sendhil slip out of his arms and onto the mattress. He is happy, probably more than he should be, when Sendhil briefly looks disappointed at the loss of contact. But they both quickly collect themselves, and head for the bathroom.