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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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.