Sawyer finds himself crying out at each thrust. He needs it, this. He wants Bishop and and it amazes him still. Each cry of pleasure that’s drawn out of him is a surprise, that he can feel this good. It’s not hard to make him tremble with need and want. He holds close to Bishop now as they kiss. His lips parted, allowing the other to have full access to his mouth and tongue. The taste of Bishop fills his mouth.
He can feel how slick he’s getting once more, or still is… How can he even be sure anymore. He moans as he rolls his hips up. How is the other so much and still it doesn’t feel like enough?
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Date: 2022-03-31 05:03 pm (UTC)He can feel how slick he’s getting once more, or still is… How can he even be sure anymore. He moans as he rolls his hips up. How is the other so much and still it doesn’t feel like enough?