Sawyer gasps as Bishop maneuvers him into a better angle, one that lets him feel it all the better, one he can tell is better for his mate. For a moment, Sawyer is sure that Bishop is going to do it, going to give into their instincts and take him but then he doesn’t. He’s refusing something Sawyer is willingly offering that everyone else had taken by force. He hardly hears the rest of it. He rocks his hips, giving them both some friction before pressing his lips to Bishop’s.

“How can I take care of you then?” He says softly, what would Bishop let him do? Can he touch him again? Can he use his mouth. He’s hesitant to start anything on his own. “I can’t leave you like this,” he says softly, the scent of Bishop’s arousal is driving him a little mad.