Sawyer’s eyes are unfocused, dazed as the waves of pleasure tapered off. He looks up at Bishop, nodding but the ability to speak anything coherent is lost for the moment. He moans softly, his body still quivering from the intensity of pleasure he’d just experienced, aftershocks still there.

He nuzzles back at him, though, rocking his hips a little to silently tell him he’s okay.