Sawyer looks confused when his hand is drawn away from the hard cock. He
doesn’t move it once the other puts it up around his neck instead.
It’s beyond him the idea that Bishop would set aside his own pleasure to
focus on Sawyer. He tightens his arm around his neck and leans fully on his
mate. There’s no room to argue, not with the finger pressing deeper into
the slick and quivering passage, tightening around it as if it can suck it
further in somehow.
Sawyer doesn’t know what to do but hold on, his hips rock against the
others finger, soft whimpers escaping him.
It’s not even that much and the pleasure is already such sweet torture.
no subject
Sawyer looks confused when his hand is drawn away from the hard cock. He doesn’t move it once the other puts it up around his neck instead.
It’s beyond him the idea that Bishop would set aside his own pleasure to focus on Sawyer. He tightens his arm around his neck and leans fully on his mate. There’s no room to argue, not with the finger pressing deeper into the slick and quivering passage, tightening around it as if it can suck it further in somehow.
Sawyer doesn’t know what to do but hold on, his hips rock against the others finger, soft whimpers escaping him.
It’s not even that much and the pleasure is already such sweet torture.