Sawyer wouldn’t have been forward enough to stick his hand in the others pants but as he does and he feels the others hard flesh he has to bite down on his own lip to stop from moaning. He moves his hand to touch him, to feel the length of him and hesitantly stroke him.

He feels flush all over, his nipples drawn taut, breathing coming out shorter. Instinctively he rocks his hips, trying to get some friction for himself, although, it does nothing for the urge he feels to join with his mate. But it helps some of the aching arousal to stay at bay.