Sawyer makes some of the best noises Bishop has ever heard. But there was no rut happening, no heat. This was just…them.

Them responding to each other.

The bed is instantly dampened but Bishop doesn’t care and neither should Sawyer. He can still feel a wall up, something that’s off but he can’t tell what it is.

Breaking the kiss he hovers over the other and looks over his face; beautiful…

“I can smell that your body wants this, but do you?” He asks carefully, quiet, reaching down to guide himself against the others entrance again.