“You don’t know me, Sawyer,” he murmurs, “you can wait till you do.”
Bishop knew Sawyer, one of him - but the similarities were uncanny. They were the same but different. Different circumstances. Still oddly similar. All of it.
However, he can’t discount the fact that Sawyer did offer. It had been his choice. Something he usually isn’t given. To deny him that wouldn’t be fair.
There's that almost hint of a smile again. Sawyer lowers his eyes and...well he hadn't meant to stare at the other's body but now it's kind of right there and he does. But, also... he swallows a little.
What if this is a test of some sort? What if... but he doesn't know how it would be a test or what the right answers would be if it were and there's a little panic in his chest now when the other asks him like that.
He tightens his hands on the other's strong shoulders and he doesn't look up.
Bishop can hear the others heart rate change and naturally leans in to nose against his temple. A softer rumbling sound starts in his own chest and he tries to relax for the both of them.
“Wait till you’re sure…that’s what I told him, too,” he murmurs against his hair and just draws him in again, cradling his smaller, cooler body against his own. “For the record, I wouldn’t have gone running. You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
There's something calming about the other's actions, about that soft noise... he focuses on it. It's strange to hear about another him but he just nods, settling against him. The other is warm and he relishes the body heat.
“But I mean it,” he murmurs, nosing down to Sawyers shoulder where there would have been a scarred imprint of his teeth. It’s bare, though so he just kisses it instead.
His fingers draw idly over the others back; smooth unbranded skin, and scarred alike. Almost like he’s trying to map him out.
Sawyer bites his lip as the other noses along his shoulder, shivering a little at the kiss. The other could take anything he wanted. He's strong enough, Sawyer can tell but he doesn't. He closes his eyes instead and he lets himself enjoy being touched like this.
It doesn't hurt. It doesn't make him panic and it feels nice.
"Are...you sure you don't want to have sex?" he mumbles, blushing.
“Mhm,” with one more little nip, he tips his head back again and looks over Sawyers face.
As it turns out, Sawyer would win every time no matter what it is. Bishop sort of figures that as long as he holds tight to something long enough to make a point — it’s not so bad when he finally gives in. Which he will almost always do, it seemed.
Sawyer hadn't particularly been trying to make the other give in. He was just pointing out that he said one thing and then called him the sexiest little thing ever... so there were mixed signals!
Still... he doesn't know... that they'll have sex. Maybe he will stop it before that, maybe either of them would. But... he hesitates for just a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips to Bishop's.
It's a soft kiss, tentative as if asking a question he didn't have the words for. But he kept his arms wrapped around his shoulders and his body close.
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.
Sawyer gasps as their hips are pressed so close together, feeling ... a lot. He makes a quiet noise into the kiss and his arms tighten. He kisses him back, his lips being worked up by the other's teasing, by the warm wet tongue that tempts him and works open his lips.
He's again soothed by the sounds the other makes, it seems to reverberate through his body like another touch and he moans softly. It's easy to feel how the other reacts to him and he squirms on his lip.
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.
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.
The same eyes were looking back at him and Bishop softens before he kisses him again. His. Always his. That’s the way it feels.
“Can I touch you?” This far he’s tried to be respectful of the others boundaries. Only touching places that felt safe and non threatening. But with the way Sawyer keeps moving against him he can’t help but want to move into a different territory.
“Okay,” sawyer says softly to the question, his heart racing. His lips are
still tingling and it’s easy to give the answer. He thinks it’s what bishop
wants to hear and… his body aches to be touched more.
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.
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Bishop knew Sawyer, one of him - but the similarities were uncanny. They were the same but different. Different circumstances. Still oddly similar. All of it.
However, he can’t discount the fact that Sawyer did offer. It had been his choice. Something he usually isn’t given. To deny him that wouldn’t be fair.
“Is it really something you want?”
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What if this is a test of some sort? What if... but he doesn't know how it would be a test or what the right answers would be if it were and there's a little panic in his chest now when the other asks him like that.
He tightens his hands on the other's strong shoulders and he doesn't look up.
"Yes...I think."
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“Wait till you’re sure…that’s what I told him, too,” he murmurs against his hair and just draws him in again, cradling his smaller, cooler body against his own. “For the record, I wouldn’t have gone running. You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
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"You don't have to say that."
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His fingers draw idly over the others back; smooth unbranded skin, and scarred alike. Almost like he’s trying to map him out.
“Sexiest little thing ever.”
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It doesn't hurt. It doesn't make him panic and it feels nice.
"Are...you sure you don't want to have sex?" he mumbles, blushing.
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The other's making him feel warm, stirring his cock even. He bites his lip in thought.
"Can we kiss some more and... see..."
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As it turns out, Sawyer would win every time no matter what it is. Bishop sort of figures that as long as he holds tight to something long enough to make a point — it’s not so bad when he finally gives in. Which he will almost always do, it seemed.
“Kiss me, Sawyer.”
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Still... he doesn't know... that they'll have sex. Maybe he will stop it before that, maybe either of them would. But... he hesitates for just a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips to Bishop's.
It's a soft kiss, tentative as if asking a question he didn't have the words for. But he kept his arms wrapped around his shoulders and his body close.
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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.
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He's again soothed by the sounds the other makes, it seems to reverberate through his body like another touch and he moans softly. It's easy to feel how the other reacts to him and he squirms on his lip.
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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.
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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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“Can I touch you?” This far he’s tried to be respectful of the others boundaries. Only touching places that felt safe and non threatening. But with the way Sawyer keeps moving against him he can’t help but want to move into a different territory.
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“Okay,” sawyer says softly to the question, his heart racing. His lips are still tingling and it’s easy to give the answer. He thinks it’s what bishop wants to hear and… his body aches to be touched more.
He kisses bishop softly.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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He presses more into the kiss, another whimper making it into the kiss.