Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Summary: Drunken naughty hand-porn.
"You have ungodly beautiful fingers." The observation is made solemnly, in his gravest voice, but the drunken man beside him only gives off a breathless laugh in response, his voice more shrill than you'd ever imagine from the smooth and deep calm that usually escapes those full lips. "And you laugh like a teenage girl when you're drunk," Zach adds, in the same sober voice, and is rewarded with another giggle before Sendhil turns away again to chat with the man sitting across them. Zach doesn't recognize him in the dim light, and doesn't much care.
Sendhil's left hand is resting flat in his lap, right next to where Zach's own hands are holding a drink. The white nails stand out against dark denim and dark skin as the long thumb absentmindedly strokes along the inside of his thigh. As he was saying, ungodly. Wicked. Sinful.
Zach puts his drink on the small table before him and, hesitating only for a moment, traces Sendhil's fingers with the tips of his own. He is absently aware of Sendhil chuckling under his breath, but the dark eyes are still firmly turned away. Zach picks up the hand and brings it to his lips, taking the tip of the index finger in his mouth. He bites, lightly, scraping his teeth along the skin, not hard enough to leave marks but harder than a tickle. He repeats the action on the remaining fingers -- middle, ring, pinky -- before going back to the ring finger and taking it full into his mouth, resting it against his tongue. A hint of salt spreads in his mouth. Sendhil continues to chat.
As his lips curl around the base of the digit his teeth click against metal, and Zach pulls at the ring, trying to get it pass the first knuckle. At this Sendhil finally turns to face him, one corner of his mouth pulled up into a sardonic smile and eyebrows raised.
"Zachary," is all Sendhil says, in that mock-scolding tone he likes to use, and at the sound of his full first name Zach smirks around the finger before pulling away, with one last bite at the tip. He holds up his hands in wide-eyed surrender, and Sendhil chuckles briefly before feigning disgust and wiping his hand roughly on Zach's tee-shirt.
Then his hand falls to Zach's knee and stays there until they leave.