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Heroes fic: Familiarity
Title: Familiarity
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Dude, not mine.
Notes: 300 words of porn, not beta'd, no spoilers. If there are any major, embarrassing mistakes, let me know, okay?
Summary: Matt likes the familiar.
Matt likes the familiar. He likes that comfortable feeling of knowing what he's doing. Even in bed, he likes having a general plan, knowing the other person well enough to kiss here and touch there.
Some people would consider it boring and dull, but he'll happily take familiar and comfortable over exciting and new. First times are necessary but they're always awkward -– trying to get used to a new body, trying to work out if that hiss means you did something right or wrong -– whereas familiar...
Familiar is knowing how to pull off Mohinder's shirt without getting the buttons caught on his own sleeve. It's the comfort of feeling easy as he gets undressed, as he kneels on the bed and tugs on Mohinder's hand. It's feeling confident to reach out and pull Mohinder to where he wants him -– thighs on either side of Matt's, straddling Matt's lap as Matt slides his hands over Mohinder's back, watching his own pale fingers gliding across burnished skin –- and being relaxed enough to laugh and talk and kiss as he moves his hands lower.
It's working his fingers inside Mohinder, slow and steady, and knowing to add another when Mohinder gasps like that, to twist there and make Mohinder groan. When Mohinder digs his fingers into Matt's shoulders, when he presses his hips back trying to work Matt's fingers deeper, Matt knows where to kiss -– scrapes his teeth along the artery in Mohinder's exposed neck as he runs his spare hand along sweat-slicked skin, until he gets hold of Mohinder's blood-warm cock –- and knows it won't be long until Mohinder comes, shuddering around Matt's fingers, burying his strangled groans against Matt's shoulder.
It's that comfortable familiarity, the experiences of other nights and other moments, that leaves him expecting Mohinder's sleepy, sated comment.
"I have a feeling you should be using your powers for good."
"Oh, tell me that wasn't good," Matt replies and doesn't point out that it's not telepathy: it's familiarity.
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Dude, not mine.
Notes: 300 words of porn, not beta'd, no spoilers. If there are any major, embarrassing mistakes, let me know, okay?
Summary: Matt likes the familiar.
Matt likes the familiar. He likes that comfortable feeling of knowing what he's doing. Even in bed, he likes having a general plan, knowing the other person well enough to kiss here and touch there.
Some people would consider it boring and dull, but he'll happily take familiar and comfortable over exciting and new. First times are necessary but they're always awkward -– trying to get used to a new body, trying to work out if that hiss means you did something right or wrong -– whereas familiar...
Familiar is knowing how to pull off Mohinder's shirt without getting the buttons caught on his own sleeve. It's the comfort of feeling easy as he gets undressed, as he kneels on the bed and tugs on Mohinder's hand. It's feeling confident to reach out and pull Mohinder to where he wants him -– thighs on either side of Matt's, straddling Matt's lap as Matt slides his hands over Mohinder's back, watching his own pale fingers gliding across burnished skin –- and being relaxed enough to laugh and talk and kiss as he moves his hands lower.
It's working his fingers inside Mohinder, slow and steady, and knowing to add another when Mohinder gasps like that, to twist there and make Mohinder groan. When Mohinder digs his fingers into Matt's shoulders, when he presses his hips back trying to work Matt's fingers deeper, Matt knows where to kiss -– scrapes his teeth along the artery in Mohinder's exposed neck as he runs his spare hand along sweat-slicked skin, until he gets hold of Mohinder's blood-warm cock –- and knows it won't be long until Mohinder comes, shuddering around Matt's fingers, burying his strangled groans against Matt's shoulder.
It's that comfortable familiarity, the experiences of other nights and other moments, that leaves him expecting Mohinder's sleepy, sated comment.
"I have a feeling you should be using your powers for good."
"Oh, tell me that wasn't good," Matt replies and doesn't point out that it's not telepathy: it's familiarity.
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*dazed*
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Oh, I'm sorry. You wanted coherence? Then don't write stuff like this.
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(Also, hee for your icon. A whole world of hee!)
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(Seriously, I have a 2000+ word pwp in beta, and idea for *two* other pwps that I want to write. Matt/Mohinder porn = my anti-drug.)
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But, yeah, I'm considering a series. An actual *series*. Of PWPs.
...a series of fic where the only point is to get get Matt and Mohinder naked and sweaty.
I'm not entirely sure what's happened to my story-writing brain, but it seems to have gone missing.
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and, umm, sorry for the spam? :D
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