Sawyer gasps at the kiss, the sucking that follows. There's a craving for Bishop to bite down again over the same spot that he had claimed him with. He starts to moan with each thrust. It feels so good each time. He grasps at the leather beneath himself. The whole experience is overwhelming for him.

His attention is centered back on Bishop when the other asks him that when he nuzzles at him. Their lips are wet and it's messy and he likes it.

"Mhm," he breathes. "...Bite me...where you did earlier."