Sawyer doesn’t know if he really understands. He nuzzles at him though and looks at a shaky breath. His hands curling into the others shirt as he unwraps his legs from around the others waist.

“You could. We’re mates…” his instincts are desperate for it and he thinks it is probably more intense for Bishop. He hesitates.

“If we do it once and… I need more time before we do it that way again…” it’s hard for him to ask to consider his own needs, to try and balance his fears, his trauma, his instincts to be fully claimed… it’s hard to balance how desperately he wants to believe in Bishop. “Would that make it hard to sleep by me…?”