Sawyer returns the kiss, moaning quietly into it. Then, he sucks in a breath as the other's mouth moves down and he knows what he's doing before he does it. He arches beneath the other again, more sharply as the other growls, as the teeth press against his tender skin. There's some pain but it doesn't hurt.

He whimpers the other's name, feeling the way his knot is starting to form, starting to fill him more. His body is ready for it, eager for it even. It's like he was made for Bishop.

Slowly, he reaches up, hands hesitant as they move over Bishop's sides and then to his shoulders. His fingers had been itching to touch ever since he'd moved his hands away.