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.
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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.