Bishop returns that kiss, keeping it soft and letting Sawyer lead for a moment so he can draw his hands down along his skin.
Fingertips follow the softer paths of skin, tracing over Sawyers pulse and making a way down his chest. He can feel the scars, the soft skin, the coolness of his body. All familiar and different but still everything he wants. Ribs press against his palms and his thumbs brush along the indentions of abs before his path detours to smooth over the others ass, curving around and squeezing.
Even with the scars and the strange markings, Sawyer was...something else. Even despite his scent being off he still drew Bishop in in a way other people just...didn't.
It's a little scary but he isn't exactly afraid. It's a strange in between. His heart is beating rabidly as the other explores. The way he touches his scars and moves down his torso. His breathing is growing heavier each passing second.
And when those hands are on his ass...when they're squeezing a whimper catches in his throat and he bites down on his lip as heat sears through him.
He's never felt desire like that before... so intense.
The scent of Sawyers arousal is the same; it isn’t as strong as he was used to but it held the same notes. All of with rang in his system like a damn gong.
Running his fingers along the skin just above the others waistband, he follows it back between them and gives the front a little tug, “do you want me to stop?”
Sawyer tries to focus his eyes on the other's face when he hears the question. It's weird to him, that the other is checking again. No one cares about what he wants or thinks. No one had ever cared.
A part of him wants to say yes, just... to see if Bishop would really stop if he wanted him to.
But the larger part of him wants this, his body is responding so easily and he's chasing a high that he's never really had before. And he definitely doesn't want to disappoint Bishop.
If Sawyer had said to stop, Bishop would have come to a full stop, no question. But part of him is glad he didn’t.
There is no disappointment. None.
“I will if you want me to…at any time,” he breathes and leans in to kiss him again. It’s like an addiction. He needs it. He craves the feeling of those lips, the taste of his tongue against his own. Without the added omega scent he’s used to it’s easier to focus, to be careful. But the want is the same.
Both hands move to wrap briefly around Sawyers hips to provide some sort of silent affirmation before moving between them again to slowly work the others pants open.
"Okay," Sawyer says softly and he wants to believe it. He's not sure if he does completely but he wants to. He returns the kiss, his hand pushing through the other's hair as the kiss deepens. The other's taste fills his mouth and he moans against his lips.
There's a nervous fluttering in his stomach as the other touches his hips and then is working his pants open. His fingers curl into the other's hair but he doesn't pull away, doesn't break the kiss.
Bishop is happy that the kiss doesn't end. Kissing Sawyer was something he could do happily for hours; sex wasn't necessary. The intimacy of a kiss sometimes mattered more to him than that.
Still, he doesn't stop when he gently tugs the others pants open so he can have access to him. He doesn't immediately go for his cock, though, even if its right there. Instead he tucks his hands inside and moves them around to cup his ass almost affectionately.
Sawyer whimpers softly into the kiss as the other's hands slip into his now open pants. He'd expected him to touch his cock and he's startled when he doesn't. But the way his hands feel on his ass makes him squirm. It's exhilarating and arousing.
He presses more into the kiss, another whimper making it into the kiss.
[ Sawyer sends his address to Hunter and then a message to Bishop that he's going out for ice cream with a friend so if he comes home he won't worry. ]
It doesn’t take long before Hunter comes tapping on Sawyers door. He rocks a little on his feet and waits for the other to answer.
He needed to get out of the treehouse, but being alone was not an option. Hunter was going a little crazy without anything solid to focus on. And he wanted ice cream.
Sawyer smiles shyly when he opens the door. He's dressed in one of Bishop's hoodies and lounge pants so all in all he kind of looks like he's being swallowed up by his clothes but he feels a bit better like this, with Bishop's scent. This is the first time he's left their place, ventured out into the world and it's been even longer since he went anywhere and not been with Bishop.
Working at the bar had proven to be both a great thing, and also kind of an unfortunate thing. Hunter took Lennons Friday shifts so that the other could spend the day/night with Daeshim, but on the nights when Lennon was working - Hunter shared his normal duties between the main portion of the bar, and the private portion where Lennon danced.
Watching your boyfriend dance (even in front of strangers, some regulars at this point) led to….some….moments of the body thinking what it wants.
Hunter was on his break and had managed to wrangle Sawyer into his lap to rest and snuggle while half watching the show. Sawyer was soft and comforting, and Hunter tended to gravitate towards him on his breaks if he could. Plus, it was a way to make sure other people did t get handsy with Bishops mate.
Someone else has the pup for once, Sawyer reluctantly handing her over at Bishop's insistence. He smiles when Hunter pulls him into his lap and he always enjoys snuggling with Hunter...and sometimes exchanging kisses and the like. It's kind of strange to cuddle someone while their boyfriend is on stage but then again Sawyer's mate runs this bar so really it's all an interesting situation.
He's settled on the other's lap before he starts to feel something poking him and he squirms instinctively before lifting his head from where he had rested it on Hunter's shoulder.
"Should...i get up...?" he says, his ears going a bit pink. "...should I touch it?" Sawyer flushes even more when he says that. Is that why Hunter had pulled him into his lap?
Hunter looks confused for a moment, his attention being pulled from the stage and Lennon to look over Sawyers.
“What? No. I like you where you are—-“ but, oh….oh God, heat rises to his cheeks, tinting his ears pink even in the low lighting, “oh. I’m….I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
He pauses, “uh…do you…want….to touch it…?”
Sawyer was slowly coming out of his shell and Hunter likes to gently push him. It was good for him! And Hunter was safe. Hunter wouldn’t do anything to hurt or scare the little wolf.
Sawyer swallows a little and he's still kind of unsure of what Hunter's intentions had been and his reaction confuses him even more at first. He bites his lip at the question, cheeks pinkening and he glances around.
"Do... you want me to?" he asks softly, almost too softly for the din of the bar.
That was a loaded question to say the least and Hunter looks a little pained as he considers the options. Lennon is on stage. Bishop is at the bar. And his dick is quite literally poking Sawyer in his lap.
Sawyer squirms a bit, licking his lips and his eyes drift to Lennon, ears burning. He knows that Bishop wouldn't be upset with him... So Sawyer nods looking at Hunter shyly.
"If you want me to, I can... my mouth too," he offers and seems to get all the more red for it.
At the worst... Bishop might get a little territorially jealous but... that's not generally a bad thing for Sawyer really.
"Do... do you want to watch him while I'm doing it?" Sawyer asks meeting Hunter's eyes briefly and his voice is soft. They're mostly secluded, whether Sawyer's hand is down the other's pants or he's kneeling on the floor there's a low likelihood of being seen.
Hunters brow furrows but he replies honestly, “I want to watch you both….”
Lennon may have unintentionally started this, but Hunter was genuinely attracted to Sawyer. And he didn’t want to make him feel like he was using him for something like this.
“Just…do you really want to?” His mouth brushes softly over the others little pout and he closes his eyes, “Kiss me….”
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Date: 2022-04-25 07:40 pm (UTC)Fingertips follow the softer paths of skin, tracing over Sawyers pulse and making a way down his chest. He can feel the scars, the soft skin, the coolness of his body. All familiar and different but still everything he wants. Ribs press against his palms and his thumbs brush along the indentions of abs before his path detours to smooth over the others ass, curving around and squeezing.
Even with the scars and the strange markings, Sawyer was...something else. Even despite his scent being off he still drew Bishop in in a way other people just...didn't.
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Date: 2022-04-26 12:43 am (UTC)And when those hands are on his ass...when they're squeezing a whimper catches in his throat and he bites down on his lip as heat sears through him.
He's never felt desire like that before... so intense.
"...Oh," he breathes unsteadily.
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Date: 2022-04-26 07:01 pm (UTC)Running his fingers along the skin just above the others waistband, he follows it back between them and gives the front a little tug, “do you want me to stop?”
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Date: 2022-04-26 10:58 pm (UTC)A part of him wants to say yes, just... to see if Bishop would really stop if he wanted him to.
But the larger part of him wants this, his body is responding so easily and he's chasing a high that he's never really had before. And he definitely doesn't want to disappoint Bishop.
"Don't stop."
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Date: 2022-04-30 03:36 am (UTC)There is no disappointment. None.
“I will if you want me to…at any time,” he breathes and leans in to kiss him again. It’s like an addiction. He needs it. He craves the feeling of those lips, the taste of his tongue against his own. Without the added omega scent he’s used to it’s easier to focus, to be careful. But the want is the same.
Both hands move to wrap briefly around Sawyers hips to provide some sort of silent affirmation before moving between them again to slowly work the others pants open.
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Date: 2022-04-30 05:30 pm (UTC)There's a nervous fluttering in his stomach as the other touches his hips and then is working his pants open. His fingers curl into the other's hair but he doesn't pull away, doesn't break the kiss.
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Date: 2022-05-16 06:52 pm (UTC)Still, he doesn't stop when he gently tugs the others pants open so he can have access to him. He doesn't immediately go for his cock, though, even if its right there. Instead he tucks his hands inside and moves them around to cup his ass almost affectionately.
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Date: 2022-05-16 11:39 pm (UTC)He presses more into the kiss, another whimper making it into the kiss.
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Date: 2022-06-23 10:44 pm (UTC)[ Sawyer sends his address to Hunter and then a message to Bishop that he's going out for ice cream with a friend so if he comes home he won't worry. ]
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Date: 2022-06-23 11:05 pm (UTC)He needed to get out of the treehouse, but being alone was not an option. Hunter was going a little crazy without anything solid to focus on. And he wanted ice cream.
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Date: 2022-06-23 11:23 pm (UTC)"Hi."
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Date: 2022-06-24 11:38 pm (UTC)“Cute,” he breathes and nods, “ready? How are you? You’re glowing.”
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Date: 2022-06-25 09:11 pm (UTC)"I'm ready... good. I'm good."
A pause.
"What do you mean glowing?"
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Date: 2022-07-09 05:57 pm (UTC)Watching your boyfriend dance (even in front of strangers, some regulars at this point) led to….some….moments of the body thinking what it wants.
Hunter was on his break and had managed to wrangle Sawyer into his lap to rest and snuggle while half watching the show. Sawyer was soft and comforting, and Hunter tended to gravitate towards him on his breaks if he could. Plus, it was a way to make sure other people did t get handsy with Bishops mate.
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Date: 2022-07-10 02:22 am (UTC)He's settled on the other's lap before he starts to feel something poking him and he squirms instinctively before lifting his head from where he had rested it on Hunter's shoulder.
"Should...i get up...?" he says, his ears going a bit pink. "...should I touch it?" Sawyer flushes even more when he says that. Is that why Hunter had pulled him into his lap?
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Date: 2022-07-14 03:43 am (UTC)“What? No. I like you where you are—-“ but, oh….oh God, heat rises to his cheeks, tinting his ears pink even in the low lighting, “oh. I’m….I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
He pauses, “uh…do you…want….to touch it…?”
Sawyer was slowly coming out of his shell and Hunter likes to gently push him. It was good for him! And Hunter was safe. Hunter wouldn’t do anything to hurt or scare the little wolf.
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Date: 2022-07-14 11:25 pm (UTC)"Do... you want me to?" he asks softly, almost too softly for the din of the bar.
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Date: 2022-07-15 01:16 am (UTC)“Is it okay if you do?” Here?
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Date: 2022-07-15 01:24 am (UTC)"If you want me to, I can... my mouth too," he offers and seems to get all the more red for it.
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Date: 2022-07-15 01:27 am (UTC)He glances at Lennon again and then meets Sawyers eyes in the dim light. He leans in a little closer and whispers, “Here? Or somewhere else…?”
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Date: 2022-07-15 01:31 am (UTC)"Do... do you want to watch him while I'm doing it?" Sawyer asks meeting Hunter's eyes briefly and his voice is soft. They're mostly secluded, whether Sawyer's hand is down the other's pants or he's kneeling on the floor there's a low likelihood of being seen.
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Date: 2022-07-15 01:35 am (UTC)Lennon may have unintentionally started this, but Hunter was genuinely attracted to Sawyer. And he didn’t want to make him feel like he was using him for something like this.
“Just…do you really want to?” His mouth brushes softly over the others little pout and he closes his eyes, “Kiss me….”