Sawyer bites back a sound as the other tells him to make a mess. It’s the opposite of what he’s used to and it’s hard for him to get into the mindset of it but he doesn’t argue anymore. He inhaled as his body is repositioned and the thrust into his hand makes him ache to feel that somewhere else.

He lets go of his cock, his hand drawing away and wavering on where to put it in this new position. His breath comes out a little hitched.

There’s no denying he’s nervous, that worried about this. He wants to please Bishop. He wants to be good. And his body craves it, needs it. He just simply wants him.