Allowing Sawyer the space and time to get comfortable, was the smart choice. It was a testament to his own self control, however, when curious fingers moves to the front of his pants.

It would have been ridiculous to try and hide how turned on this cute little thing made him; and the evidence was right there pressed hot and hard against the others hand. He swallowed a groan and just pants softly against Sawyers parted lips. His hands somehow stayed still, curled against the others hips where it was safe.