The kiss is what he had expected; something soft, almost shy, uncertain. As it usually was until Bishop finally pulled the others hips in flush against him and deepened the kiss on his own.

It isn’t rushed or demanding but a tease of teeth and tongue until Sawyer inevitably opened up to him. The first taste would initiate that same warm rumbling sound from him. Pleased. And his own body reacted accordingly. Hiding his attraction to this one was not an option.