The moan that follows is silent but the orgasm is intense. The way Sawyers body holds onto his, responding exactly the way his needs, Bishop curls tighter around him and swallows a groan as he comes inside of him.

They’re long, heavy bursts that make his muscles tremble enough that it’s a miracle he’s able to keep standing with the other in his arms.

Little stars light up and he backs of his eyelids and when he opens his eyes, he’s kissing over the others shoulder with so much affection that he’s almost embarrassed by it.