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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.

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Allowing Sawyer the space and time to get comfortable, was the smart choice. It was a testament to his own self control, however, when curious fingers moves to the front of his pants.

It would have been ridiculous to try and hide how turned on this cute little thing made him; and the evidence was right there pressed hot and hard against the others hand. He swallowed a groan and just pants softly against Sawyers parted lips. His hands somehow stayed still, curled against the others hips where it was safe.

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Sawyer feels the outline of him through his pants. His cheeks heat all the more and it's more now from arousal than anything else. He presses an open mouthed kiss to Bishop's lips and a part of him is starting to get more antsy. That his mate really won't be able to control himself. He knows the more he gets the aroused the stronger his scent and the more aroused Bishop is... the stronger it is for him to and stronger the urge to submit to him.

He licks at the other's lips before lowering his head and licking at his neck and then shoulders.

"How can I... what next?" He can't help but ask. He knows how to have sex. He knows certain sexual acts but he doesn't know how to be a partner in them, what to do with the fact that he's burning up with desire too. That he's not just hoping this will be over quickly.

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This isn’t a situation he’s like vet had to navigate and to be honest he isn’t sure what the right path in this is to take. Because it’s true: the more aroused they get, the harder it is make rational decisions. He doesn’t want to slip.

Both hands reach up and he cups Sawyers face so he can kiss him properly, “you can touch; but I don’t think anything more is smart…not right now.”

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Those base instincts make him want to argue. More would be good. Everything would be best. Sawyer closes his eyes as he’s immersed in kissing bishop, but opens them to listen. He squeezes his hand over the others length.

“Touch here?” He murmurs. “Like this?” He adds, rubbing him through the cloth.

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Amused, he drops his hand and adjusts the others grip so that he can put his hand in his pants.

“There,” he nips him softly.

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Sawyer wouldn’t have been forward enough to stick his hand in the others pants but as he does and he feels the others hard flesh he has to bite down on his own lip to stop from moaning. He moves his hand to touch him, to feel the length of him and hesitantly stroke him.

He feels flush all over, his nipples drawn taut, breathing coming out shorter. Instinctively he rocks his hips, trying to get some friction for himself, although, it does nothing for the urge he feels to join with his mate. But it helps some of the aching arousal to stay at bay.