The scent of Sawyers arousal is stronger here, and it’s almost dizzying how good it is.

He doesn’t answer him, not verbally at least. Bishop just smirks softly and noses over until he can lick over the others slick entrance. Okay he taste is…

He does moan, then; a deep, groaning thing that has his fingers curling a bit against the others thighs before he tastes him again, and again, delving his tongue inside as deeply as he can.