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[bilocations]

Sawyer doesn’t know if he really understands. He nuzzles at him though and looks at a shaky breath. His hands curling into the others shirt as he unwraps his legs from around the others waist.

“You could. We’re mates…” his instincts are desperate for it and he thinks it is probably more intense for Bishop. He hesitates.

“If we do it once and… I need more time before we do it that way again…” it’s hard for him to ask to consider his own needs, to try and balance his fears, his trauma, his instincts to be fully claimed… it’s hard to balance how desperately he wants to believe in Bishop. “Would that make it hard to sleep by me…?”

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Bishop watches Sawyer closely; listening to more than just his words. His scent says one thing and his inner wolf is clawing at his eyes to let him have it.

“We’re not having sex…but if you want to try other things…if you’re really comfortable with that…we can.”

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Sawyer is surprised but a part of him is thrilled at the others response… that he didn’t just take what Sawyer offered.

“You’ll be okay with that?” Sawyer asked still more worried about making sure he doesn’t displease Bishop. “I think I’m comfortable enough, I want to try.”

He wants his mate every instinct and nerve burns with it.

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Drawing Sawyer to him he lifts him off the counter again and catches his mouth in a deeper kiss again as he navigates their way over to the couch.

It’s large, leather, comfortable — and he sits down in the center of it with Sawyer in his lap. The kiss breaks and he nods slowly, “this is okay.”

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Sawyer's lips part easily for the other's kiss, letting the other carry him wherever he chose to go. His legs wrapped around him, arms around the other's neck for security purposes, clearly. They didn't go far and Sawyer's eyes stay closed even as that kiss breaks.

The other's taste is still overwhelming and his lips are parted and wet. They tingle and it felt good. He didn't know anything could feel that good.

Sawyer nods, his arms are still around the other's neck but he's settled on the other's lap with his knees bent in a more comfortable position. He leans forward his lips pressing to Bishop's again fingers hesitantly brushing through the back of the other's hair. Each new thing he does is done with trepidation trying to read the other's body language any change in his scent to tell if he's displeasing or angering him. He doesn't know how he's supposed to touch, affectionate, passionate touches... they're new.

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Bishop can feel how careful Sawyer is being; like he’s walking a narrow line acting as a tripwire. He takes a breath and tips his head back a little into the hands in his hair and slouches further on the couch.

His hands massage little circles around the others hips and slip once more up under his shirt. Dancing over the bruises he knows are there he feels along his ribs and up higher, drawing down again as he leans into another kiss. He wants the taste of him, forever. It’s sweeter than anything else he’d ever tasted and he was finding he had quite the sweet tooth.

“I like everything you’re doing, don’t worry.”

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Sawyer can't help it that he's careful and worried. He does feel some relief and confidence when the other leans into his touch, when Bishop's hands move under his shirt. Those fingers are gentle, seemingly doing their best to make sure that they don't hurt Sawyer. He inhales sharply against the kiss as the other's hands move higher. His skin tingles.

He presses into the kiss, into those hands, fingers curling into the other's hair scraping lightly against the back of his head.

"I..." he murmurs softly, leaning to kiss quickly. "I can't help it."

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“You’re scared I’m going to hurt you,” he murmurs.

He won’t, of course. Bishop wasn’t like that. Unless you asked for it. But he was trying to show Sawyer as much as possible that he wouldn’t.

“You can tie my hands if you want.”

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"I... know you won't," Sawyer says softly, at least he thinks he knows. But he's still afraid.

"I like how you touch me." He doesn't want to tie the other's hands. And that wouldn't stop him from hurting Sawyer if he wanted to anyway. He smiles shyly.

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Bishop blinks slowly at that shy smile and tips his head back with a groan that is a mixture of frustration, amusement and a touch of pain, “you’re so damn cute. When you trust me I’m going to spoil the shit out of you.”

Chuckling quietly he looks him over again, “okay. Tell me what you want. I’ll do that and only that.”

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Sawyer can't even really comprehend what spoiling is. He blushes pink, though, lowering his gaze. His hands move from the other's hair back to his shoulder.

"I don't know," he says, eyes widening as he looks at Bishop. "I've... I'm not afraid of what you'll do to me," he says quietly.

"I'm afraid I'll do something wrong."

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Bishop tipped his head curiously, “I’m your mate. The only thing you could ever do wrong is leave me.”

He considers him for a moment, his hands smoothing along his thighs, around his hips and back down over an over, “don’t worry about doing something wrong. If you do something I don’t like I’ll tell you. But I won’t hurt you over it.”

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It feels like he's on fire as the other's hand move over his thighs, his hips and he starts to squirm in the other's lap, biting his lip.

"I...it'll take practice," he murmurs. Fear is second nature.

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Bishop smiles, “Practice huh? You do realize that means we’ll have to do this…a lot, yeah?”

He noses in again and steals a kiss. It’s short and playful but teeth catch at the others bottom lip for half of a second as his hands work back up under Sawyers shirt, and down around to grab his backside securely in his hands.

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"I know," Sawyer agrees with another shy smile. He kisses back and there's a shock of pleasure at the quick graze of teeth on his lip. But then those hands are under his shirt making him shiver.

He gasps when the other grabs him, feeling a more molten heat and his body responds eagerly to his mate's touch. His lips part and he presses in to kiss him again, hands slowly trailing down the other's chest, still nervous but he's doing it.

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Smiling against his mouth he murmurs, “you like the biting?”

At least that’s the impression he’s getting.

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"it felt nice," Sawyer admits.

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“Just nice? You smell…” he takes a breath, “…like it felt more than nice.”

His hands drum lightly against the others backside, “you can bite me, too.”

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Sawyer blushes more and he looks to the side, squirming once more and it had definitely felt more than nice.

Sawyer hesitates at the go ahead to bite Bishop and he shakes his head a little, eyes wide. He can't imagine biting anyone much less an alpha. He might have years ago and he definitely hadn't had a good experience.

They'll have to work up to him biting Bishop. "I like tasting you," he says softly and then with a surge of playfulness he leans to flick his tongue at the other's lips and then tilts his head to drag his soft tongue along the other's jawline. He tastes good.

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Work up to it, they would.

He liked feeling the moments where Sawyer relaxed. Where he wasn’t timid. Where he could see hints of what he could be in time.

He tips his head to give his mate more room. His tongue felt like hot velvet against him and he can’t help it when he nudges him back just enough to tug his own shirt over his head. If he wants to taste - he can taste.

But first Bishop steal another kiss. More heated than the others because Sawyer started it. A warm sound echoes in his chest and he slowly bunches up the others shirt in a silent question. Could he take it off, too?

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Sawyer lets himself taste, lets himself take advantage of the way that Bishop allows it. The way he seems to like it. He nearly moans. He's quick to let the other maneuver him back without any resistance. His eyes dropping to look at the expanse of skin revealed when Bishop's shirt came off.

Oh.

He hadn't really, really looked when the other had gotten in the bath with him. But now? He swallows heavily, hands reaching out to touch gently at the other's chest as the other kisses him. He does moan into, quietly. He parts his lips to let it deepen further.

When his shirt is bunched up in the other hands he feels a moment of hesitation but he feels hot, aching. Bishop hasn't hurt him. He's not going to. He keeps reminding himself of that as best he can and so he nods, pulling back to meet the other's gaze.

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Bishop waits for that confirmation before he sits up enough to finish drawing the shirt up and over Sawyers head. The bruises are just a pet of him right now, so he doesn’t pay them any real extra attention. The only tell is when the pressure of his hands lifts when he’s near them.

He looks over his face, noses bumping faintly, “keep going.”

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Sawyer is glad that the other doesn't say anything about the bruises again. It had scared him when he had demanded the names and Sawyer is grateful not to have that conversation again. Instead, the only acknowledgment is the way Bishop's touch adjusts with such care. It's impossible not to notice. It couldn't all be an act, it's too sincere.

Sawyer's eyes close as their noses bump each other, relaxing at the simple intimacy of the movement.

He nods, soft hands moving over the other's chest some more, feeling the other's muscled pectorals and brushing over his nipples before lower. His fingers curl in as they drag over his abs, a quiet sound escaping him. How could he get so much pleasure out of simply touching someone else?

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In his case, Bishop doesn’t close his eyes. He doesn’t pull away. He watches his expression shift every few seconds and enjoys the feel of those smaller hand moving over his skin. He takes note of their journey and the way he curls his fingers to touch him with his knuckles instead.

It’s the sound he makes that has the most effect on him. He breathes deep in his chest and lightly licks Sawyers bottom lip.

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Sawyer makes another noise at the feeling of the other's tongue. He parts his lips, one hand staying on the other's stomach and the other presses lower, tracing the edge of the other's pants.

He hesitates before pressing lower, feeling over his groin to see if the other's is getting as aroused as he is.