Sawyer's flustered but once he's done he gets up and instinctually cleans up the bowl, fingers itching to start on the rest of the counter and things he'd used to make breakfast.
Bishop follows after a moment and reaches around him to set his now empty bowl in the sink, caging the others smaller body against the counter so he can muzzle against the side of his neck.
Sawyer's breath catches as the other's body has him trapped against the counter. It's not... something he minds. He feels a wave of arousal and his cheeks heat as his head tilts to the side and he lets out a shuddered breath.
“Hi,” after a light kiss to the side of Sawyers neck, he wandered backwards slowly, “I’m going to shower….you….can either do dishes….or……..come with me? Your choice.”
With a tiny grin he turns and starts back upstairs.
Sawyer shivers and his eyes close before the other starts to back away. He exhales. The urge to do the dishes is so strong but so is the burning need for his mate. He wonders if he's going into heat or if this is just...how it is with a mate, or when a claim is new.
He really doesn't know how it all works.
"You haven't even had time to get dirty yet," he says, slowly pushing away from the counter. He'll do the dishes after... or... Bishop will insist on doing them one or the other.
It could be a little bit of everything, really. But considering Bishop has never actually played with an Omega till now that may have something to do with it.
“You smell really good,” he says, “you better be following me…”
Sawyer shivers. The words hold a certain kind of promise and he remembers how good, how almost too good it had felt yesterday. He follows him upstairs, his body already responding to the desire he feels -- to the scent of Bishop's piqued interest he's sure too.
Bishop is already stripped down and has the water running by the time Sawyer finds him in the bathroom.
He had meant it when he said sex wasn’t required. If Sawyer said no, it was no. But he didn’t say he wasn’t interested….
His eyes scan over his mate and that rumble starts again in his chest. Mine. That’s all the instincts can manage. Mine. That - is mine. Delicately shaped, mistreated, beautiful…stronger than he thinks.
Sawyer takes a moment to look over his mate, biting down on his lip as he admires all the strong muscles of his body. His arousal stirs a bit more and he averts his eyes and gets undressed. He can feel the other's eyes on him as he listens to the water, discarding the clothes into a hamper.
He finally looks up at the other again, cheeks a bit pink and there's the tell tale signs that he's getting aroused, length starting to get hard and less visibly he's getting slick.
The scent that floods the bathroom is mouth watering and Bishop almost growls at how much he likes it. But he doesn’t. He wets his lips again and holds a hand out, curling his fingers to encourage Sawyer closer.
“We don’t have to have sex,” he assures him, but he still slowly drags his gaze along the others body.
Felix flushes at the other's admission, shivering.
He slips into the shower and into the hot water, letting out a shaky breath. He'd wanted to from the moment the other had caged him in against the counter.
The cute, shyness was going to kill him. He would probably feel weak or stupid over how this boy makes him feel but it’s just something that happens. Alphas aren’t all growls and posturing.
Some people make them…like this. A mixture of possessive and almost puppy like at one time.
Bishop drags his mate in and immediately draws him into a kiss, lifting him up off of his feet and wrapping his legs around his waist.
Sawyer inhales sharply when the other lifts him up as they are kissing. He whimpers against the kiss and wraps his arms around the other as his legs are wrapped around the other's waist. Despite the fact he'd been surprised he feels safe being picked up by the other.
His lips part to the other's, inviting a deeper kiss as his arms tighten around his neck.
Together like this, thinking slowly goes out the window and instinct kicks in. Bishop feels Sawyers lips part abs he immediately wants to taste him. To feel his tongue rolling against his own. To feel those whimpers mixing with the rumbling vibrations. He carefully presses Sawyers back against the warmed tile and nips at his bottom lip.
His cock doesn’t take long to stir to almost completely hardness either. Not with the heat, the pressure, the scent flooding the shower between them.
It’s a split second decision but he knows what he wants. He perches Sawyers hips on the little ledge and holds onto his hips so he won’t slide off. Bishop kneels down between the others legs and doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his lips around his length. The first taste is good but it’s even better when he slips more of him into his mouth, rolling the soft velvet like skin against his tongue.
Sawyer moans again as they kiss, as he feels the tiles against his back and the other's firm body to his front. He's enthralled with the taste of his mate, his alpha on his tongue, with the heat of his body against his own. He barely thinks about the water all his attention solely on Bishop. He can smell him getting more aroused, knowing that he's the one causing that excites him.
It's surprising, startling really, when he's perched on the ledge, held in place by the other's strong grip. He stares wide eyed as the other man knelt between his legs. It takes a moment to even register what he's doing, even when those warm lips are already on his flesh. His lips form a surprised 'o' as pleasure spreads through him at the attention there.
No one's ever touched him like this, no one's ever put their mouth on him to make him feel good... to not take from him or hurt him. He whimpers as tries to figure out what to hold onto as the other's mouth works over him.
As of sensing that little bit of floundering, Bishop doesn’t stop what he’s doing but he does reach one hand up and guides one of Sawyers into his hair. His grip returns to the others hip to keep him in place and he makes a point of rumbling around his cock, eyes turned up to watch him through his lashes.
Sawyer's fingers curl into the other's hair, biting down on his lip as he stares down at him. He's given plenty of blowjobs but... he'd never ever imagined someone giving him one. It feels... so good.
"Oh," he gasps, moaning as the vibrations of the other's rumbling move through his cock. His fingers tighten, pulling slightly on his hair without meaning to. His hips want to rock up but the other's holding him in place which probably for the best. His breath comes out uneven and his free hand moves to cover his mouth instinctively.
That earns a softer growl. He doesn’t want him to cover his mouth. Ever. He wants to soak up every whimper and moan he can coax out of that mouth.
Bishop slowly pulls off of the others length and looks at him, “don’t hide those noises from me. I want them.” They do nice things to his brain, and other very obvious parts.
Turning his face he gently nibbles and kisses the inside of Sawyers thighs but his nose is drawn lower and he pushes the others legs wider.
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"What? No."
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"Hi..."
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With a tiny grin he turns and starts back upstairs.
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He really doesn't know how it all works.
"You haven't even had time to get dirty yet," he says, slowly pushing away from the counter. He'll do the dishes after... or... Bishop will insist on doing them one or the other.
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“You smell really good,” he says, “you better be following me…”
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He had meant it when he said sex wasn’t required. If Sawyer said no, it was no. But he didn’t say he wasn’t interested….
His eyes scan over his mate and that rumble starts again in his chest. Mine. That’s all the instincts can manage. Mine. That - is mine. Delicately shaped, mistreated, beautiful…stronger than he thinks.
Mine.
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He finally looks up at the other again, cheeks a bit pink and there's the tell tale signs that he's getting aroused, length starting to get hard and less visibly he's getting slick.
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“We don’t have to have sex,” he assures him, but he still slowly drags his gaze along the others body.
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"You want to," Sawyer says and he wants to too. The feeling of lust and desire, real desire is so new to him.
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He lets Sawyer step inside the shower and closes the glass door so they’re fully encased in the steam as it builds, “do you want to?”
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He slips into the shower and into the hot water, letting out a shaky breath. He'd wanted to from the moment the other had caged him in against the counter.
He nods shyly, looking up at the other.
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Some people make them…like this. A mixture of possessive and almost puppy like at one time.
Bishop drags his mate in and immediately draws him into a kiss, lifting him up off of his feet and wrapping his legs around his waist.
Mine.
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His lips part to the other's, inviting a deeper kiss as his arms tighten around his neck.
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His cock doesn’t take long to stir to almost completely hardness either. Not with the heat, the pressure, the scent flooding the shower between them.
It’s a split second decision but he knows what he wants. He perches Sawyers hips on the little ledge and holds onto his hips so he won’t slide off. Bishop kneels down between the others legs and doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his lips around his length. The first taste is good but it’s even better when he slips more of him into his mouth, rolling the soft velvet like skin against his tongue.
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It's surprising, startling really, when he's perched on the ledge, held in place by the other's strong grip. He stares wide eyed as the other man knelt between his legs. It takes a moment to even register what he's doing, even when those warm lips are already on his flesh. His lips form a surprised 'o' as pleasure spreads through him at the attention there.
No one's ever touched him like this, no one's ever put their mouth on him to make him feel good... to not take from him or hurt him. He whimpers as tries to figure out what to hold onto as the other's mouth works over him.
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"Oh," he gasps, moaning as the vibrations of the other's rumbling move through his cock. His fingers tighten, pulling slightly on his hair without meaning to. His hips want to rock up but the other's holding him in place which probably for the best. His breath comes out uneven and his free hand moves to cover his mouth instinctively.
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Bishop slowly pulls off of the others length and looks at him, “don’t hide those noises from me. I want them.” They do nice things to his brain, and other very obvious parts.
Turning his face he gently nibbles and kisses the inside of Sawyers thighs but his nose is drawn lower and he pushes the others legs wider.
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