Sawyer shivers at noise Bishop makes. It makes his stomach squeeze and an ache move through him that he's not sure he's ever really felt. It'd never mattered. His lips slightly parted after the bite and the other's question. He feels dazed.

Lips are tingling and the ache to give into both of their primal urges is there. He doesn't understand how or why this alpha, his alpha, his mate, holds back for him. In the world he knows, they take what they want when they wanted. In a way, Sawyer had been taken by Bishop when Bishop wanted but it's... different.

His hands slip down, slowly over the other's chest and his stomach letting himself feel the other's muscles over the cloth of his shirt. He looks up at him.

"I want to keep doing that."