“No, I won’t,” Bishop husks quietly and his eyes about roll back into his head at the warm wetness he feels literally at his fingertips.

Sawyer smells like heaven, and if that hint of wet heat is an indication of what he would be in for when this boy finally trusted him enough—-

He breathes out a curse and rocks his hips into the others hand at the same moment he carefully slips his finger inside of his heat, up to his second knuckle because his control is only so controlled. He’s greedy and wants to feel and appreciate what’s his.