When Sawyer lifts up, giving him enough space to move a bit, Bishop pushes his joggers down and kicks them off carefully. His eyes remain on Sawyer, though. Watching every move, every little detail with hungry admiration.

His tongue skates over his lips and he can almost taste the messes Sawyer had left behind. Whatever Sawyer had been worried about, the opposite is true.

He smiles at the wide eyed expression and shakes his head, “is there anything you definitely don’t want me to do? A way you don’t like to be touched? A boundary you don’t want crossed that they never cared about?”