Sawyer moans again as they kiss, as he feels the tiles against his back and the other's firm body to his front. He's enthralled with the taste of his mate, his alpha on his tongue, with the heat of his body against his own. He barely thinks about the water all his attention solely on Bishop. He can smell him getting more aroused, knowing that he's the one causing that excites him.

It's surprising, startling really, when he's perched on the ledge, held in place by the other's strong grip. He stares wide eyed as the other man knelt between his legs. It takes a moment to even register what he's doing, even when those warm lips are already on his flesh. His lips form a surprised 'o' as pleasure spreads through him at the attention there.

No one's ever touched him like this, no one's ever put their mouth on him to make him feel good... to not take from him or hurt him. He whimpers as tries to figure out what to hold onto as the other's mouth works over him.