The only time Bishop felt it was acceptable to stay that dirty is during a heat and that was only because it took forever to finish anything. The need was too strong.

But to say he hadn’t sensed or at the very least assumed that about Sawyer would be wrong.

Bishop is tugged easily in behind the other but his brow furrows softly. What was he thanking him for?

“I take care of what’s mine,” he murmurs and reaches out to cradle the others face in his hands. He steals a kiss and then tips his head back to help him wet his hair properly before he moves on to soaping him him everywhere he can reach.