Bishop studies that reaction and wonders if they ever touches him or if they just used him the entire time. He pushes forward and catches his mouth in a deeper kiss; a hungry sort of thing that is controlled enough to say I want you but I won’t lose control.

He drawls his hands down, brushing his thumbs across the others nipples a few times, gently plucking both before he continues down. One hand urges his hips closer and the other slips into the back of the others pants. He remembered the bruises here, too and he rumbles knowing that he won’t ever be covered in those again.