Sawyer lets himself taste, lets himself take advantage of the way that Bishop allows it. The way he seems to like it. He nearly moans. He's quick to let the other maneuver him back without any resistance. His eyes dropping to look at the expanse of skin revealed when Bishop's shirt came off.

Oh.

He hadn't really, really looked when the other had gotten in the bath with him. But now? He swallows heavily, hands reaching out to touch gently at the other's chest as the other kisses him. He does moan into, quietly. He parts his lips to let it deepen further.

When his shirt is bunched up in the other hands he feels a moment of hesitation but he feels hot, aching. Bishop hasn't hurt him. He's not going to. He keeps reminding himself of that as best he can and so he nods, pulling back to meet the other's gaze.