Sawyer nods and he's breathing heavily. He strokes the other a bit faster, squeezing when that finger slips inside of him.

"Ah," Sawyer gasps, burying his face down against the other's shoulder as his hips jerk.

He struggles to focus enough to keep stroking the other. Just that finger to the second knuckle undoes him a little. It's never felt good. And this... felt so good.