Sawyer blushes more when the other says that somehow being called cute flusters him even more than the other thrusting inside of him. There's just something about the way the other looks at him while he's fucking him. It... is a lot.

He instinctively pulls some of the fluffy blanket to cover his face for a moment, even as he moans again as another intense wave of pleasure hits him.

"Stop looking at me and saying things like that." It's muffled by the blanket.