The moment he’s given access, it feels like everything slows down and he finds himself savoring the taste of the other. It’s familiar and still different but he finds that he doesn’t care. He doesn’t feel guilty kissing him. This isn’t wrong it isn’t betrayal.

It feels…good.

Sawyer squirms just enough to pull an actual moan from his throat and he pauses the kiss for just a moment to just breathe. Both hands smooth up the others back and slide around between them until he can cradle his face between them.