If the other Sawyer were able, he would tell Bishop for sure that this is okay. He'd want him to take care of the other him as good as he takes care of him. Sawyer opens up to the kiss, his senses filled with the smell of the other, his taste and the warmth of his touch -- the hardness of his cock where their hips connect.
He definitely feels like he shouldn't take sex off the table now. He's not sure he wants to anyway. He rubs his hips down, giving himself a little friction and certainly giving bishop friction at the same time as the other holds his face.
His eyes open, staring at him as the kiss pauses and he swallows a little, wiggling his hips once more.
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Date: 2022-04-24 10:47 pm (UTC)He definitely feels like he shouldn't take sex off the table now. He's not sure he wants to anyway. He rubs his hips down, giving himself a little friction and certainly giving bishop friction at the same time as the other holds his face.
His eyes open, staring at him as the kiss pauses and he swallows a little, wiggling his hips once more.