Hair - a PWP, semi-requested
A/N: Someone said the hair pulling was hot. Someone else said that bottom!Sylar was hot. Then someone else said they didn't like PWP. Whoops ... sorry person #3. ;) I was already in progress on this when you mentioned that. This will probably get revised and incorporated into Shattered Salvation for some future chapter.
Peter ran his hand idly through Gabriel’s hair as he read.
It was getting rather long. Peter had wondered from time to time why the man wasn’t cutting it, but he’d never asked. Besides, it was nice to run his fingers through it. His hand stilled as he got to an interesting part in the story he was reading. A moment later, Gabe shifted his head under Peter’s hand like a dog wanting to be petted. Peter blinked and looked over.
“I liked that?” Gabriel said quietly in a tone so hesitant it was a question.
Peter smiled and started fondling his hair once more. Gabriel gave a soft sigh. Going by sound alone, it was merely contented, but Peter could feel the emotion behind it and that was more like desire. Unexpressed, though. Or maybe not, Peter considered, given how, now that he looked, Gabe had sunk down in the bed to make the motions easier for his partner. The way he was lying looked awkward. Peter put down his book and sat up.
Gabriel made a vaguely disgruntled noise and sat up too, misunderstanding Peter’s motion. Gabriel reached for his own book to resume reading, propping it back up from where it had fallen over. He hadn’t been looking at it at all, Peter realized. Now, with a disappointed look, Gabriel began to apply himself.
He didn’t need to be disappointed for long. Peter ran his hand up Gabriel’s back, across the nape of his neck and spread his fingers into the man’s locks. The book fell back over immediately. Peter made a fist. Gabriel gasped, breathing harder. Peter tugged, just a little and his partner moaned, eyelids fluttering. Oh, wow, yes, Peter thought. He could feel the flood of lust and want and desire that ran through his husband.
Peter adjusted his grip, bringing Gabriel’s head back and to the side, exposing the length of his neck. He leaned in and moved his lips against that pale flesh, pulling a deeper groan from the man. Peter nibbled; Gabriel whined, panting now. He reached around to unbutton Gabriel’s pajama top, scratching his fingers through Gabe’s chest hair, provoking an “Ah!” followed by a bitten lip.
Peter could feel the arousal running through them both. Gabriel was hot, he was ready, he wanted him. Peter turned his lover’s head further and leaned around to kiss him, sucking that confined lower lip between his own, tasting it and rolling it between his own teeth. Gabriel’s hand stroked Peter’s face, touching him at the temple delicately, then brushing down across his cheek to follow the line of his jaw, stroking Peter lightly around his mouth as they kissed. Peter growled and parted from him, giving Gabriel’s lower lip one last lick.
“Get up,” Peter whispered, giving Gabriel’s hair another tug before releasing him. Gabriel got out of bed immediately. Peter shoved off his boxer shorts and yanked off his t-shirt. Gabriel followed suit. Naked now, Peter came to him, resting one hand palm down on his chest while the other went to the small of Gabriel’s back. They kissed, lips flush against one another, tongues tickling each other wetly. Peter’s hand slipped down so his thumb could rub back and forth across Gabe’s nipple. The other hand rose up his back, scratching the whole way, evoking a long mewl.
Peter stepped away and got the lubricant from the nightstand. He slathered it on one hand as Gabriel watched him with eyes dilated by lust. Peter turned him to face the bed and Gabriel bent over, bracing his hands on it. Peter ran his clean hand, fingers splayed, up the man’s back to his neck. He grasped him there. Gabriel breathed harder again and arched his back slightly, pushing his rear end back at him. Oh yeah, Peter thought. He tightened his grip slightly and Gabriel spread his stance.
Peter ran his wet fingers into the seam of his lover’s ass, finding the spot he wanted and probing at him. Gabriel vocalized softly with each breath now and Peter shifted his hand from his neck into the man’s hair, carding through the silky strands. Gabriel whimpered and bunched the sheets under his hand into fists. Peter plunged a finger inside of him, feeling him hot and open. A second finger followed swiftly. Gabriel pushed back against him eagerly with each motion Peter’s hand made. He wanted more. Peter wiped what was left on his hand onto his cock and gave him more.
He nudged his way in, the hand in Gabriel’s hair tightening to a fist, Gabriel’s voice rising to a breathless whine of need. Peter pushed inside - it wasn’t difficult; he was so open. His body was begging to be filled. Peter pulled on his hair and Gabriel arched his back, spreading his legs yet again, shoving his ass back against Peter, taking the whole of his length, burying Peter inside of him. Gabriel brought one hand up to his own organ and began to stroke shakily. He was so close. Peter started slamming into him hard, trying to catch up.
Peter’s motions jerked Gabriel’s head back with each thrust and he released him, only to get a guttural complaint. Gabriel grunted and said, “No! Don’t … please?” Peter worked his hand back into his hair immediately, getting a softer, “Oohhh,” in response. Peter pulled him back, making him arch, feeling the rising tide of sensation. Both of Gabriel’s hands were off the bed now, one on himself and the other reaching back to brush lightly at Peter’s buttock. Peter sent his own free hand forward to smooth across Gabriel’s exposed neck, stroking the vulnerable skin. The man’s breath caught at the touch, eyes rolling back. He came a moment later; Peter seconds after.
Peter waited several hard breaths before disentangling his hand. He petted the tousled back of Gabriel’s head. The other man put his hands back on the bed and leaned against it for support. Peter bent over him and kissed his back tenderly. Gabriel groaned again and flopped on the bed, curling his body loosely. He looked at Peter and let his tongue loll out briefly to show how blown he was. Gabriel grinned after. Peter climbed on next to him and settled in, pushing an abandoned book out of the way. “Mm,” he hummed. “You are so good. That was unexpected. Why didn’t you tell me you liked having your hair pulled?”
“Didn’t know,” Gabriel slurred, relaxed. “Always kept it short before.” He sighed. “Might never get it cut again.”
Peter grinned too, snuggling up to him.
Peter ran his hand idly through Gabriel’s hair as he read.
It was getting rather long. Peter had wondered from time to time why the man wasn’t cutting it, but he’d never asked. Besides, it was nice to run his fingers through it. His hand stilled as he got to an interesting part in the story he was reading. A moment later, Gabe shifted his head under Peter’s hand like a dog wanting to be petted. Peter blinked and looked over.
“I liked that?” Gabriel said quietly in a tone so hesitant it was a question.
Peter smiled and started fondling his hair once more. Gabriel gave a soft sigh. Going by sound alone, it was merely contented, but Peter could feel the emotion behind it and that was more like desire. Unexpressed, though. Or maybe not, Peter considered, given how, now that he looked, Gabe had sunk down in the bed to make the motions easier for his partner. The way he was lying looked awkward. Peter put down his book and sat up.
Gabriel made a vaguely disgruntled noise and sat up too, misunderstanding Peter’s motion. Gabriel reached for his own book to resume reading, propping it back up from where it had fallen over. He hadn’t been looking at it at all, Peter realized. Now, with a disappointed look, Gabriel began to apply himself.
He didn’t need to be disappointed for long. Peter ran his hand up Gabriel’s back, across the nape of his neck and spread his fingers into the man’s locks. The book fell back over immediately. Peter made a fist. Gabriel gasped, breathing harder. Peter tugged, just a little and his partner moaned, eyelids fluttering. Oh, wow, yes, Peter thought. He could feel the flood of lust and want and desire that ran through his husband.
Peter adjusted his grip, bringing Gabriel’s head back and to the side, exposing the length of his neck. He leaned in and moved his lips against that pale flesh, pulling a deeper groan from the man. Peter nibbled; Gabriel whined, panting now. He reached around to unbutton Gabriel’s pajama top, scratching his fingers through Gabe’s chest hair, provoking an “Ah!” followed by a bitten lip.
Peter could feel the arousal running through them both. Gabriel was hot, he was ready, he wanted him. Peter turned his lover’s head further and leaned around to kiss him, sucking that confined lower lip between his own, tasting it and rolling it between his own teeth. Gabriel’s hand stroked Peter’s face, touching him at the temple delicately, then brushing down across his cheek to follow the line of his jaw, stroking Peter lightly around his mouth as they kissed. Peter growled and parted from him, giving Gabriel’s lower lip one last lick.
“Get up,” Peter whispered, giving Gabriel’s hair another tug before releasing him. Gabriel got out of bed immediately. Peter shoved off his boxer shorts and yanked off his t-shirt. Gabriel followed suit. Naked now, Peter came to him, resting one hand palm down on his chest while the other went to the small of Gabriel’s back. They kissed, lips flush against one another, tongues tickling each other wetly. Peter’s hand slipped down so his thumb could rub back and forth across Gabe’s nipple. The other hand rose up his back, scratching the whole way, evoking a long mewl.
Peter stepped away and got the lubricant from the nightstand. He slathered it on one hand as Gabriel watched him with eyes dilated by lust. Peter turned him to face the bed and Gabriel bent over, bracing his hands on it. Peter ran his clean hand, fingers splayed, up the man’s back to his neck. He grasped him there. Gabriel breathed harder again and arched his back slightly, pushing his rear end back at him. Oh yeah, Peter thought. He tightened his grip slightly and Gabriel spread his stance.
Peter ran his wet fingers into the seam of his lover’s ass, finding the spot he wanted and probing at him. Gabriel vocalized softly with each breath now and Peter shifted his hand from his neck into the man’s hair, carding through the silky strands. Gabriel whimpered and bunched the sheets under his hand into fists. Peter plunged a finger inside of him, feeling him hot and open. A second finger followed swiftly. Gabriel pushed back against him eagerly with each motion Peter’s hand made. He wanted more. Peter wiped what was left on his hand onto his cock and gave him more.
He nudged his way in, the hand in Gabriel’s hair tightening to a fist, Gabriel’s voice rising to a breathless whine of need. Peter pushed inside - it wasn’t difficult; he was so open. His body was begging to be filled. Peter pulled on his hair and Gabriel arched his back, spreading his legs yet again, shoving his ass back against Peter, taking the whole of his length, burying Peter inside of him. Gabriel brought one hand up to his own organ and began to stroke shakily. He was so close. Peter started slamming into him hard, trying to catch up.
Peter’s motions jerked Gabriel’s head back with each thrust and he released him, only to get a guttural complaint. Gabriel grunted and said, “No! Don’t … please?” Peter worked his hand back into his hair immediately, getting a softer, “Oohhh,” in response. Peter pulled him back, making him arch, feeling the rising tide of sensation. Both of Gabriel’s hands were off the bed now, one on himself and the other reaching back to brush lightly at Peter’s buttock. Peter sent his own free hand forward to smooth across Gabriel’s exposed neck, stroking the vulnerable skin. The man’s breath caught at the touch, eyes rolling back. He came a moment later; Peter seconds after.
Peter waited several hard breaths before disentangling his hand. He petted the tousled back of Gabriel’s head. The other man put his hands back on the bed and leaned against it for support. Peter bent over him and kissed his back tenderly. Gabriel groaned again and flopped on the bed, curling his body loosely. He looked at Peter and let his tongue loll out briefly to show how blown he was. Gabriel grinned after. Peter climbed on next to him and settled in, pushing an abandoned book out of the way. “Mm,” he hummed. “You are so good. That was unexpected. Why didn’t you tell me you liked having your hair pulled?”
“Didn’t know,” Gabriel slurred, relaxed. “Always kept it short before.” He sighed. “Might never get it cut again.”
Peter grinned too, snuggling up to him.