Sawyer kisses him, the taste of him welcome. He grounds himself in that. In this moment he feels safe. Hes still wrapped up in Bishop’s kisses when he feels that hand. His length is over sensitive, his passage tightens as his mate fondles him.

“Ah,” he whimpers, his thighs instinctively trying to press together but just pressing against Bishop instead. He twists a little but he doesn’t ask Bishop to stop, he’s not being hurt.

He nearly sobs against the others mouth, and he can’t quite stay still as he’s being played with. “Please,” he whimpers and the orgasm that follows isn’t quite as messy, there’s not as much come but his body tightens and spasms again around the others cock. His hand dragging over the other’s bicep.