Sawyer's eyes fall closed again as the other noses at his jaw. His fingers rubbing against his scalp. The other's movements continue drawing sounds from him, his body aching for more and more and more.
His eyes draw open again, lids heavy when he feels the other's head move away. He flushes at the words, lips parted in a soft moan. He likes that. He likes all of that. To be told he's a good boy, to be claimed... that he's pleasing his mate is everything.
The way his body tightens only confirms how much he likes it.
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Date: 2022-03-31 11:14 pm (UTC)His eyes draw open again, lids heavy when he feels the other's head move away. He flushes at the words, lips parted in a soft moan. He likes that. He likes all of that. To be told he's a good boy, to be claimed... that he's pleasing his mate is everything.
The way his body tightens only confirms how much he likes it.