“I won’t,” Bishop murmurs quietly against his he others mouth, “but if I do by accident, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
Everyone was different; pain tolerance, things like that. Even if he was careful, he still didn’t know what Sawyers line was. Where was off limits or where he could cross. It would just take…practice.
Bishop nosed him again and rumbles softly against his ear, “you’re with me, not them. I’ll listen to you.”
Both hands smoothed around and he held Sawyer closer, he was mindful of the bruising and whenever he got a second to study it he tried to figure out what had made the bruises to begin with. Hands? Belts? Teeth?
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Date: 2022-03-24 04:36 pm (UTC)Everyone was different; pain tolerance, things like that. Even if he was careful, he still didn’t know what Sawyers line was. Where was off limits or where he could cross. It would just take…practice.
Bishop nosed him again and rumbles softly against his ear, “you’re with me, not them. I’ll listen to you.”
Both hands smoothed around and he held Sawyer closer, he was mindful of the bruising and whenever he got a second to study it he tried to figure out what had made the bruises to begin with. Hands? Belts? Teeth?