Sawyer's quiet, thinking about that. Is that why it feels so familiar when he looks at Bishop? Why he feels that instinctual need to trust him? He furrows a brow, chewing on his lip as the other touches one of his scars and his eyes lower again.
"I was little when it started. There was no stopping it," his parents were a part of it. he was born into it.
“You’ll always be mine to save. Maybe one time I’ll get to you before they do. I don’t care if I have to do it when I’m five,” he chuckles softly, but it’s muffled when he wraps his arms around the others smaller frame and pulls him in against him.
The same brand of protective and possessive that Sawyer always brings out of him.
Sawyer wraps his arms around the other in something like a hug though it's a bit awkward. He's never really hugged anyone before. He leans to kiss him again. It's strange to have someone want to protect him to keep him safe... Bishop is still a stranger and yet he feels like he knows him more than he's known anyone in his life...
It’s only awkward for Bishop because he’d already established all of this with his mate. It felt…a little strange like he was starting over but not really.
He returns the kiss, drawing it out for a while, tasting and nipping the others mouth before he finally has to ask.
“…were you trying to see if I’d run away from you when you took your shirt off or were you wanting to actually get me naked…?”
Sawyer kisses more shyly but he doesn’t pull away from Bishop as the other
explores, the nips feeling nice and making him shiver from more than the
cold air.
Considering that, he sits up enough to get his back away from the bed he’s been leaning back against so that he can tug his shirt up and over his head.
Leaning back against the bed again, he nods slowly and draws his hands along Sawyers thighs idly, plucking at the folds of fabric still covering them, “you should wait until you do, then.”
Naked didn’t always equate sex.
“Sleep with me a few times before you decide whether you want that or not.”
Sawyer tilts his head. "I do..." he thinks he does. He doesn't understand it, how he can trust a stranger... how he's willingly put himself into a stranger's lap, let them touch him. But he doesn't feel like a stranger.
Tipping his head back against the bed he slouches a little bit and watches Sawyers face, “I would be okay with that. The only time I was able to sleep before was with you.”
He arches a brow, “sex is great and all but I’ve never pushed you for it. Not gonna start doing that now.”
Sawyer allows himself to keep touching Bishop's stomach a little longer, his ears bright pink but he eventually does bring his hands back to the other's shoulders.
“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.
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:09 am (UTC)"I was little when it started. There was no stopping it," his parents were a part of it. he was born into it.
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:18 am (UTC)A cycle…
“You’ll always be mine to save. Maybe one time I’ll get to you before they do. I don’t care if I have to do it when I’m five,” he chuckles softly, but it’s muffled when he wraps his arms around the others smaller frame and pulls him in against him.
The same brand of protective and possessive that Sawyer always brings out of him.
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:24 am (UTC)He doesn't feel alone.
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:28 am (UTC)He returns the kiss, drawing it out for a while, tasting and nipping the others mouth before he finally has to ask.
“…were you trying to see if I’d run away from you when you took your shirt off or were you wanting to actually get me naked…?”
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:36 am (UTC)Sawyer kisses more shyly but he doesn’t pull away from Bishop as the other explores, the nips feeling nice and making him shiver from more than the cold air.
“Both…” he blushes.
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:51 am (UTC)“Do you still want me naked?”
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:53 am (UTC)Sawyer hesitates but only for a split second and his face has gone pink as he looks away.
“Mm,” he nods.
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-04-24 06:48 pm (UTC)"I've...never been with anyone I trusted before," he says softly but tentative fingers brush over the other's stomach.
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Date: 2022-04-24 06:56 pm (UTC)Leaning back against the bed again, he nods slowly and draws his hands along Sawyers thighs idly, plucking at the folds of fabric still covering them, “you should wait until you do, then.”
Naked didn’t always equate sex.
“Sleep with me a few times before you decide whether you want that or not.”
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:08 pm (UTC)"You... you would be okay with that?"
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:17 pm (UTC)He arches a brow, “sex is great and all but I’ve never pushed you for it. Not gonna start doing that now.”
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:19 pm (UTC)"I offered it. That's not you pushing it."
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:24 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 07:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 08:12 pm (UTC)“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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Date: 2022-04-24 08:17 pm (UTC)"You don't have to say that."
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Date: 2022-04-24 08:35 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 08:51 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 08:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-04-24 09:07 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 09:23 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 09:28 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 09:35 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-04-24 09:39 pm (UTC)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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