Sawyer finds it hard to be certain that he hadn't done something. He frowns briefly but it's kissed away easily. And as the other slides inside of him again he inhales sharply, hands coming up to grasp the other's sides as the pleasure blooms through him again. He doesn't know how he could want so much, how his body could still take it. In ways he feels far too sensitive but he doesn't want it to stop. He likes the way his body quivers from overstimulation.

His eyes focus on Bishop for a long moment when the other looks at him before he blushes, averting his eyes. The way Bishop looks at him... He feels... like he matters.

Sawyer decides he never wants to disappoint Bishop. He always wants to please him.