Sawyer nods. That’s enough for him, that Bishop will try. He presses into the others touch, against his body. He still takes care that he isn’t hurting the already tender spots on Sawyer’s body. He presses another kiss to Bishop’s lips. His hands slowly brush over his chest and down to stroke over the others cock again.

The bruises were from so many sources and more even that don’t currently have marks on him, they’d used their hands to bruise him, kicked him, threw him. They’d beat him with various hard objects recently. But mostly there are bruises from the hands holding him too roughly to keep him still.

He knows Bishop won’t use anything to hurt him. He won’t hit him, won’t kick him. It will be okay won’t it?