Bishop can feel Sawyer slipping and tightens his grip on him. He keeps his weight securely in his arm and lets go of the others cock so he can press it to the wall instead.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes absently and noses along the side of his neck as they move faster, driving himself as fully as he can.

Another bite and he can feel himself on that edge; “come for me,” he moans and his fingers curl tighter, needing as much of Sawyer against him as he can get. His cock feels swollen, pulsing against the others fluttering walls and he knows it’s just a matter of time— “come on, baby…”