Sawyer's eyes are drawn down for a moment when the other had gotten his own pants off, wanting to see his length. The sight of it is mouth wateringly good and he flushes as he drags his eyes back up to Bishop's face, that expression on his face still wide-eyed, eager and careful at the same time. There's so many things but they're simple, things that Bishop has already proven he won't do.

He leans forward and kisses him, soft but a sense of heat behind it.

"Just don't hurt me," he says softly. Just let it keep feeling good. He presses closer, his entire body hot, prone, ready to be played.