Sawyer can’t hold back, not as he’s pressed against the wall. The other keeps thrusting into him, his teeth sharp on his skin and sending a throbbing heat through him.

“Bishop,” he moans and it only takes a few thrusts after the other tells him to come. His body can’t resist obeying and he comes against the wall, his passage tightening and spasming around the others cock, milking his body gets slicker.