The growl, that felt good too. Sawyer whimpers and when the other's mouth pulls off of him he squirms just a little bit. He looks down at him and he slowly lowers his hand letting it curl at the ledge that he's been propped up on by Bishop instead. His other hand stays in the other's hair, eyes wide as he watches his every movement.

The nibbles and kisses, his thighs so sensitive and the bruises there are still healing but the way the other pays attention to him, it doesn't bother them. And it makes him feel good, really good.

"Ah," he gasps softly when the other pushes his legs open more, his cheeks reddening now and his fingers twisting in his hair.

"What are you doing?"