Sawyer's breath catches at the simple way the other deepens the kiss, the way his tongue feels in it. He curls his fingers in on his palms as he tightens his arms slightly.

When the other lifts him, he startles, eyes widening and pulling back for a second but then he looks sheepish for a moment before leaning in to press his lips back to Bishop's. It feels good. And the angle is easier with Sawyer being on the counter.