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“I’ll probably spend more time in it now, but, I don’t sleep much at all.” He shrugs, “work a lot.”

Moving on he vaguely motions to the front door and the security system. That leads to a coat closet, a half bath downstairs and then another set of stairs different than the ones Sawyer had taken earlier; they lead to the same place, though.

“Bedroom…and…spare room, I guess. I haven’t done anything with it.” Could have done an office but why bother? The kitchen table and the couch work well enough.

Sawyer nods, and he's a little overwhelmed by the amount of space and the fact that it seems he's free to move about it on his own. His fingers tighten on the other's hand. The pack he'd been with before, quarters had been more crowded and where Sawyer had been living amounted to little more than a shed or closet.

"What do you do?"

Bringing him back to the kitchen he slowly lets go to check on the rice he had put on the stove, “Own a bar in town. I do most of the things from here but go in a few times a week to make sure everything is okay.”

Used to work there all of the time but he’d gotten into an accident at some point and had to work from home. It stuck.

“What do you like to do?”

"Oh," Sawyer acknowledges and he guesses that makes sense. He assumes that the other's pack must work there or around there or something like that. He lets go of the other's hand as the other is checking the rice and he glances around again. The question catches him off guard.

He thinks that no one's ever actually asked him that before. His eyes turn back to Bishop wide. Then again he didn't have a chance to do lots of things.

"I don't really know," he finally says, shuffling his feet nervously. "I like animals and books..." he adds. But he'd always had very little access to either thing.

Could turn the empty room into a little library of sorts, he supposes.

Turning off the stove, he sets the rice aside to cool off some. And his attention slides back over to Sawyer. He looks better now that he’s rested, and cleaned up. In fact, his features are…unique and bright. He smiles softly and gives a nod, “well , you have time now to figure it out.”

Sawyer nods and he guesses that might be true. He's still having a hard time believing it. His hand idly reaches up to where the other had bitten him, fingertips grazing the skin and he exhales.

"Where does your pack live?"

“On the property. There are two more houses. Close enough to take care of each other, but still have space,” he nods and moves over to the laptop to stop the music and close it down.

“You’ll meet them once you’re ready. I didn’t want to overwhelm you…I know it’s a lot.”

Sawyer smiles a little at that. He is already overwhelmed and he's relieved to not have to meet anyone else yet. He exhales, rubbing his arm a little.

"Everything..." he lifts his shoulders helplessly as he looks up at Bishop.

The only thing that doesn't overwhelm him completely is Bishop which is why he keeps wanting him close, keeps seeking out touch. Maybe it's because the other had claimed him and he's his mate now or maybe it's the way the other has worked so hard to take care of him...

"I know how to cook and clean..." he focuses his mind on something useful to say. He can be useful.

Bishop naturally slides over and wraps himself around the smaller male, nosing softly into his hair again. A habit he’ll probably indulge in more often than not.

“Can you make breakfast then, tomorrow?”

Sawyer relaxes more when the other presses so close and he feels the attention in his hair and it's a bit ticklish. He rests one of his hands on the other's side, nodding his agreement.

He'll have to make sure he doesn't sleep too much...

"Can we kiss some more...?"

It had felt nice and he feels the urge for intimacy with Bishop and maybe he doesn't completely trust him or feel completely safe and that probably won't come for a long time but... it feels safe enough to kiss him.

It should logically comes as a surprise when Sawyer asks for a kiss but given how starved the poor thing was for gentler attention it didn’t.

Bishop tips his head and chuckles softly, “Kiss me whenever you want, Sawyer.”

Sawyer hesitates even given the go ahead like that. He leans up slowly, pressing his lips tentatively to the other's mouth.

Under different circumstances it would have been declared cute but Bishop knows better. His lips part against the tentativeness of that kiss and he slowly deepens it with a roll of his tongue. Both hands reach to guide the others arms up around his shoulders and he hefts him up onto the counter for better access.

Sawyer's breath catches at the simple way the other deepens the kiss, the way his tongue feels in it. He curls his fingers in on his palms as he tightens his arms slightly.

When the other lifts him, he startles, eyes widening and pulling back for a second but then he looks sheepish for a moment before leaning in to press his lips back to Bishop's. It feels good. And the angle is easier with Sawyer being on the counter.

Everything is easier with Sawyer on the counter. Bishop kisses him just as slowly, letting Sawyer respond however he wants to and his hands slowly mover around his waist to tuck just under his shirt.

He knows the bruises are there so he touch is gentle but he still wants to touch him. Craves it at this point.

Sawyer kisses him still shy but trying to move past it and open up some. He's earnest and he soaks up the way the other kisses him, the way Bishop makes it feel good, makes Sawyer want it more. He lets out a soft sound when the other's hands slip under his shirt, feeling his skin heat and a primal urge has him tugging him closer, thighs allowing the other in closer.

He knows somehow, or at least he's chosing to believe that Bishop won't hurt him, won't push him further than he wants and that's a weird thing to know. He's not used to what he wants, what feels good to him mattering to someone. He doesn't know what to do with that yet. He doesn't know what all he wants, but his mate is giving him the space to figure it out.

That soft sound does things that he doesn’t even want to try explaining to the other male at that moment. But he does press impossibly closer, pulling him in against him so he can feel the warmth hiding behind the others clothes and his own.

Bishop is patient and he won’t push him even if everything primal in him wants to—the need to protect him wins out over lust. For now.

For now.

He makes a low rumbling noise and gently bite the tip of the others tongue, “okay?”

Sawyer shivers at noise Bishop makes. It makes his stomach squeeze and an ache move through him that he's not sure he's ever really felt. It'd never mattered. His lips slightly parted after the bite and the other's question. He feels dazed.

Lips are tingling and the ache to give into both of their primal urges is there. He doesn't understand how or why this alpha, his alpha, his mate, holds back for him. In the world he knows, they take what they want when they wanted. In a way, Sawyer had been taken by Bishop when Bishop wanted but it's... different.

His hands slip down, slowly over the other's chest and his stomach letting himself feel the other's muscles over the cloth of his shirt. He looks up at him.

"I want to keep doing that."

“You beautiful thing, I was serious when I said you could kiss me whenever you want,” he presses their foreheads together and just breathes.

His job is to protect him and make him happy and healthy.

"Beautiful...?"

Sawyer echoes, eyes closed as their foreheads are pressed together in such an intimate feeling. Safe. He thinks. How can he feel like he's safe and still be so afraid?

"I...know it'll make it hard on you. Especially since you claimed me and haven't... finished."

“Don’t worry about that,” Bishop shook his head lightly and stole a quick kiss, or what should have been. He lingers longer than intended and relaxes against both Sawyer and the counter.

“I feel better knowing you’re safe. Everything else can come later.”

Sawyer sighs softly into the kiss, and his hands smooth over the other's stomach again and then around him as his legs wrap around the other's waist and lets him press flush against him.

His face ducks to press against his chest for a moment before lifting and pressing a soft kiss to his lips again, his own parting tongue teasing out to invite a deeper kiss.

"I can help," he whispers. "Take the edge off.."

He knows he's not ready to let the other claim him completely. He's terrified still and as much as he wants to trust it's not really there yet and the feeling of safety seems fragile.

Bishop takes advantage of that invitation, pressing into the others kiss again. It warm and he likes the taste of his mate but he stops abruptly and looks over his face.

Give his brain a moment to re-center.

“Kissing is taking the edge off,” he says slowly.

Sawyer enjoys the kiss. Kissing is nice with Bishop. It makes his lips tingle, and the taste and scent of Bishop clouds all of his other senses and thoughts. He brings one hand around to Bishop's front. He lowers his eyes after meeting the other's gaze for a moment.

His hand moves between their bodies, reaching to where he can palm over his groin.

He's never initiated things before. And usually, foreplay wasn't on the table but... he knows some things. And he wants to make Bishop feel good. He doesn't want him to regret saving him.

Regret is not something he is feeling at this moment. It’s only been barely two days since he had brought Sawyer home with him. Less since he’d started the claiming process.

He watches the smaller male trail down his body and he knows what he’s doing. He knows. And he appreciates it. But…

“Sawyer…if you do that now, it’ll make sleeping beside you later harder,” he admits, and tips his face up towards his again, “I told you you’re mine. You’re not going anywhere. I mean, unless you want to.”

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