Sawyer is glad that the other doesn't say anything about the bruises again. It had scared him when he had demanded the names and Sawyer is grateful not to have that conversation again. Instead, the only acknowledgment is the way Bishop's touch adjusts with such care. It's impossible not to notice. It couldn't all be an act, it's too sincere.
Sawyer's eyes close as their noses bump each other, relaxing at the simple intimacy of the movement.
He nods, soft hands moving over the other's chest some more, feeling the other's muscled pectorals and brushing over his nipples before lower. His fingers curl in as they drag over his abs, a quiet sound escaping him. How could he get so much pleasure out of simply touching someone else?
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Date: 2022-03-21 11:08 pm (UTC)Sawyer's eyes close as their noses bump each other, relaxing at the simple intimacy of the movement.
He nods, soft hands moving over the other's chest some more, feeling the other's muscled pectorals and brushing over his nipples before lower. His fingers curl in as they drag over his abs, a quiet sound escaping him. How could he get so much pleasure out of simply touching someone else?