For Sawyer, sex has never really felt good, not before Bishop. He'd known in theory that it could, that it should... but that'd never been for him. Now, Bishop is taking him apart piece by piece.
His fingers caress up the other's back, burying into his hair and moaning into the other's kiss. The sounds he can't really keep inside. It feels too good, too right.
His moan is a bit sharper when the other starts to knot inside of him, stretching him more. He breaks the kiss to suck in deep breaths and his body can take this, his body wants this. And so does Sawyer. He wants it. As he takes in a few breaths he stares up at Bishop, lips parted and wet eyes wide, dazed with pleasure.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2022-03-31 10:15 pm (UTC)His fingers caress up the other's back, burying into his hair and moaning into the other's kiss. The sounds he can't really keep inside. It feels too good, too right.
His moan is a bit sharper when the other starts to knot inside of him, stretching him more. He breaks the kiss to suck in deep breaths and his body can take this, his body wants this. And so does Sawyer. He wants it. As he takes in a few breaths he stares up at Bishop, lips parted and wet eyes wide, dazed with pleasure.