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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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.