All of those feelings are mutual. Sex as it is, feels good. But it had never felt this good. He'd never craved it this much, the closeness of it.

But the more he hears those moans and little sounds of pleasure coming from Sawyer the more he doesn't even want to stop. It's like some sort of primal frenzy takes hold of every brain cell and refuses to let it go.

Bishop pants and growls against the others mouth, kissing him with a possessively loving contradiction of a kiss and he chooses to actually knot inside of him again. It feels better that way, to feel Sawyers body hungry and pulling him in like that. He's already leaking heavily inside of the other, his mixing with the others slick feels...so good.

Everything feels too tight, but in that really good way that makes him not want to stop but he also doesn't want to hurt him either.