Sawyer kisses him still shy but trying to move past it and open up some. He's earnest and he soaks up the way the other kisses him, the way Bishop makes it feel good, makes Sawyer want it more. He lets out a soft sound when the other's hands slip under his shirt, feeling his skin heat and a primal urge has him tugging him closer, thighs allowing the other in closer.

He knows somehow, or at least he's chosing to believe that Bishop won't hurt him, won't push him further than he wants and that's a weird thing to know. He's not used to what he wants, what feels good to him mattering to someone. He doesn't know what to do with that yet. He doesn't know what all he wants, but his mate is giving him the space to figure it out.