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.
The growl, that felt good too. Sawyer whimpers and when the other's mouth pulls off of him he squirms just a little bit. He looks down at him and he slowly lowers his hand letting it curl at the ledge that he's been propped up on by Bishop instead. His other hand stays in the other's hair, eyes wide as he watches his every movement.
The nibbles and kisses, his thighs so sensitive and the bruises there are still healing but the way the other pays attention to him, it doesn't bother them. And it makes him feel good, really good.
"Ah," he gasps softly when the other pushes his legs open more, his cheeks reddening now and his fingers twisting in his hair.
The scent of Sawyers arousal is stronger here, and it’s almost dizzying how good it is.
He doesn’t answer him, not verbally at least. Bishop just smirks softly and noses over until he can lick over the others slick entrance. Okay he taste is…
He does moan, then; a deep, groaning thing that has his fingers curling a bit against the others thighs before he tastes him again, and again, delving his tongue inside as deeply as he can.
Sawyer moans loudly when the other's tongue moved over his entrance, his hips arching, thighs tensing at the sudden intense and unexpected pleasure. And it's... a little embarrassing, the other licking there.
"Ah.." he bites his lip and the other's moans are making it hard for him to think at all. He can't formulate a protest before the other's tongue is on him again, then it's pushing inside. "Oh," he moans, his head falling back against the tile with a soft thump as fingers twist into the other's hair more. His thighs instinctively pulling up and trying to close.
It isn’t the easiest feat in a shower but at least he now knows that Sawyer likes both of those things; neither one did he even try to push him away. And all of the sweet little sounds make his cock throb.
Lingering a little longer, Bishop savors the taste of the others slick, feeling how much more he produces as the seconds tick by.
But when he finally pulls back he looks back up the length of the others beautiful yet bruised body. One day he wouldn’t have any of those. He would be as perfect as Bishop saw him.
Sawyer finds himself overwhelmed at the amount of pleasure the other is giving him. His body's not used to it. He doesn't know how to react, how to hold himself, how to hold onto the other just right. He feels helpless as he moans, as his body aches more and more with each thing that Bishop does to it. He wants. He needs. His entrance feels fluttery and strange when the other pulls away.
His eyes are dazed with pleasure and desire as he meets Bishop's gaze.
“More specific,” Bishop murmurs, kissing a path up the others body again. Dragging his tongue over the sensitive places he already knows exist. “You already have me. I’m yours.”
Sawyer swallows heavily as the other's mouth moves over him. He squirms at the teasing tongue, biting back noises without thinking about it. His hand slips from the other's hair to his shoulder and he lets out a shuddered breath.
"I want... to have sex with you," he says quietly, swallowing heavily. It's hard for him to talk about what he wants, to put words to the feelings and urges. He's never had to before.
Bishop looks pleased when Sawyer responds with an actual want. So much so that he gathers him up and sets him on his own feet, spins him around to face the tile and presses a kiss to the claiming bite on his shoulder.
His own body presses solidly against the others backside and he groans softly against his ear, “just me?”
Sawyer is thrilled when he sees the look on the other's face. It feels like approval and he's relieved that he'd given an answer that pleased the other. He chews on his lip when the other moves him again. Once more he's surprised as he finds himself facing the tile, moaning at the kiss to the bite mark. It sends a hot shiver down his spine.
His hands reach out to the tile, fingers curling against the grooves a little as his head tilts enough to see Bishop briefly before the other's words are hot on his ear. He moans softly.
It could possibly be discussed in the future if Sawyer really wanted to…try being with someone else but as it was now — Bishop would probably murder anyone who tries to touch Sawyer let alone, try sleeping with him.
It sounds nice to hear, though. Like Sawyer is finally giving in…
One hand smoothes around and wraps around the others cock, teasingly stroking him as he lines himself up with the other hand. As it was last time, the fit is impossibly perfect. There’s no need to pause or adjust, he just slips inside, slick and solid until he’s pressed completely flush, “Mmm..” he pauses and considers something before he whispers, “good boy,” into his ear.
Sawyer, at this point, can't imagine ever letting anyone else touch him again but Bishop. Bishop is the first and only person who's touched him and hasn't hurt him. He doesn't want anyone else. His body aches for Bishop, his mate.
The smaller man gasps when the other's hand wraps around his cock, moaning softly at the teasing. It feels less like teasing when just as quickly the other's cock is pressing against him. His hands slip a little on the tile as the other's cock slides inside of him, fitting so well and... it felt so good. His knees even felt a little weak. He moans his head bowing as the pleasure washes over him.
He'll never understand how it feels so good, how it's so easy. The other slides inside of him and it doesn't hurt at all. It doesn't make him cry and want to beg for it to stop. Instead, he finds himself wanting to beg for more. He moans quietly, as their bodies press flush, as the other has him filled with his cock.
The words whispered against his ear shock him and what shocks him more is the effect they have. It makes him moan, his body instinctively tightening around the other's cock at the wave of arousal. Two words? And just that makes him moan and want more. He doesn't understand why, exactly but it's hard to think clearly when Bishop is this close, when he's inside of him.
Two words and Bishop understands a little better. The way he clenches around him makes him feel even more protective. More possessive. No, he doesn’t want to share him. Not him.
“Fuck…do that again…” he moans and rolls his hips ever so slightly.
Sawyer whimpers at the instruction. He shudders at the way the other doesn't fully thrust, the slight movements making him ache for more. It takes him a moment to realize exactly what the other wanted him to do again, though.
But then he does, he tightens around the other's cock, moaning as he does and he's sure he's getting slicker. He knows he's getting more aroused.
Sawyer moans as the other moves more. He leans more against the tiled wall, letting his cheek press against the tile as the other thrust into him. He draws out cries from the smaller omega. His hips rocking back into the other's thrusts and his length is leaking pre-cum already.
Practice sounded like it was going well. Bishop nosed along the others wet skin, bit him gently in random places and groaned against his hair as they moved together.
His fist continued to pump him in time, but he was honestly more focused on the noses Sawyer made. He felt hot and pliable, perfect, “you’re so good.”
Sawyer finds that he likes the way that Bishop bites him. It's in a way that seems to be made to make him feel good, to make him want more. He moans and rocks back into the other's thrusts.
The way the other touches him, Sawyer feels like he's slowly coming apart again and again under the other's touch. He tilts his head to the side, shuddering at being told he was good. He moans.
"You feel...so good," he pants softly, his ears burning.
Wrapping his arm around him, palm smoothing up the others chest he holds him closer and pants and moans against his hair as they find a pace that works for both of them.
Not that he’s going to ever want to let him go. He won’t want that. But for now he’s drowning in how perfect this boy seems to be for him. Everything in him is dizzy with desire and affection.
Sawyer feels more secure once the other’s arm is around him. He moans with
every thrust, pushing back into them to drive the other deeper.
At some point the other hits just the right spot and Sawyer’s knees go weak
as he cries out loudly. The wall doesn’t give him very good purchase to
hold onto and his hands slide down along it some.
Bishop can feel Sawyer slipping and tightens his grip on him. He keeps his weight securely in his arm and lets go of the others cock so he can press it to the wall instead.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes absently and noses along the side of his neck as they move faster, driving himself as fully as he can.
Another bite and he can feel himself on that edge; “come for me,” he moans and his fingers curl tighter, needing as much of Sawyer against him as he can get. His cock feels swollen, pulsing against the others fluttering walls and he knows it’s just a matter of time— “come on, baby…”
Sawyer can’t hold back, not as he’s pressed against the wall. The other
keeps thrusting into him, his teeth sharp on his skin and sending a
throbbing heat through him.
“Bishop,” he moans and it only takes a few thrusts after the other tells
him to come. His body can’t resist obeying and he comes against the wall,
his passage tightening and spasming around the others cock, milking his
body gets slicker.
The moan that follows is silent but the orgasm is intense. The way Sawyers body holds onto his, responding exactly the way his needs, Bishop curls tighter around him and swallows a groan as he comes inside of him.
They’re long, heavy bursts that make his muscles tremble enough that it’s a miracle he’s able to keep standing with the other in his arms.
Little stars light up and he backs of his eyelids and when he opens his eyes, he’s kissing over the others shoulder with so much affection that he’s almost embarrassed by it.
Sawyer moans again when the other comes inside of him, feeling his seed and it excites him more somehow. He rocks back into him even as the other's already coming down it doesn't matter. He just wants a little more.
He shivers as the other starts to kiss over his shoulders and he lets out a soft sigh. It's nice... in the shower, there's not the immediate feeling of dirtiness, the immediate need to clean up. He basks in the pleasure longer.
Pulling free after a few long moments of breathing, Bishop turns Sawyer around and presses him against the tile again. But this time it’s because he just wants to kiss him. It’s a lazy thing fully of deep seated affection and the way his hands move back around the others hips, even more desire than before.
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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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The nibbles and kisses, his thighs so sensitive and the bruises there are still healing but the way the other pays attention to him, it doesn't bother them. And it makes him feel good, really good.
"Ah," he gasps softly when the other pushes his legs open more, his cheeks reddening now and his fingers twisting in his hair.
"What are you doing?"
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He doesn’t answer him, not verbally at least. Bishop just smirks softly and noses over until he can lick over the others slick entrance. Okay he taste is…
He does moan, then; a deep, groaning thing that has his fingers curling a bit against the others thighs before he tastes him again, and again, delving his tongue inside as deeply as he can.
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"Ah.." he bites his lip and the other's moans are making it hard for him to think at all. He can't formulate a protest before the other's tongue is on him again, then it's pushing inside. "Oh," he moans, his head falling back against the tile with a soft thump as fingers twist into the other's hair more. His thighs instinctively pulling up and trying to close.
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Lingering a little longer, Bishop savors the taste of the others slick, feeling how much more he produces as the seconds tick by.
But when he finally pulls back he looks back up the length of the others beautiful yet bruised body. One day he wouldn’t have any of those. He would be as perfect as Bishop saw him.
“What do you want, Sawyer?”
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His eyes are dazed with pleasure and desire as he meets Bishop's gaze.
"You."
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"I want... to have sex with you," he says quietly, swallowing heavily. It's hard for him to talk about what he wants, to put words to the feelings and urges. He's never had to before.
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Bishop looks pleased when Sawyer responds with an actual want. So much so that he gathers him up and sets him on his own feet, spins him around to face the tile and presses a kiss to the claiming bite on his shoulder.
His own body presses solidly against the others backside and he groans softly against his ear, “just me?”
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His hands reach out to the tile, fingers curling against the grooves a little as his head tilts enough to see Bishop briefly before the other's words are hot on his ear. He moans softly.
"Just...you."
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It sounds nice to hear, though. Like Sawyer is finally giving in…
One hand smoothes around and wraps around the others cock, teasingly stroking him as he lines himself up with the other hand. As it was last time, the fit is impossibly perfect. There’s no need to pause or adjust, he just slips inside, slick and solid until he’s pressed completely flush, “Mmm..” he pauses and considers something before he whispers, “good boy,” into his ear.
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The smaller man gasps when the other's hand wraps around his cock, moaning softly at the teasing. It feels less like teasing when just as quickly the other's cock is pressing against him. His hands slip a little on the tile as the other's cock slides inside of him, fitting so well and... it felt so good. His knees even felt a little weak. He moans his head bowing as the pleasure washes over him.
He'll never understand how it feels so good, how it's so easy. The other slides inside of him and it doesn't hurt at all. It doesn't make him cry and want to beg for it to stop. Instead, he finds himself wanting to beg for more. He moans quietly, as their bodies press flush, as the other has him filled with his cock.
The words whispered against his ear shock him and what shocks him more is the effect they have. It makes him moan, his body instinctively tightening around the other's cock at the wave of arousal. Two words? And just that makes him moan and want more. He doesn't understand why, exactly but it's hard to think clearly when Bishop is this close, when he's inside of him.
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“Fuck…do that again…” he moans and rolls his hips ever so slightly.
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But then he does, he tightens around the other's cock, moaning as he does and he's sure he's getting slicker. He knows he's getting more aroused.
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His hips roll again but this time more fully, deep, setting up a slow pace that will naturally change to match whatever Sawyers body needed.
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His fist continued to pump him in time, but he was honestly more focused on the noses Sawyer made. He felt hot and pliable, perfect, “you’re so good.”
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The way the other touches him, Sawyer feels like he's slowly coming apart again and again under the other's touch. He tilts his head to the side, shuddering at being told he was good. He moans.
"You feel...so good," he pants softly, his ears burning.
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Not that he’s going to ever want to let him go. He won’t want that. But for now he’s drowning in how perfect this boy seems to be for him. Everything in him is dizzy with desire and affection.
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Sawyer feels more secure once the other’s arm is around him. He moans with every thrust, pushing back into them to drive the other deeper.
At some point the other hits just the right spot and Sawyer’s knees go weak as he cries out loudly. The wall doesn’t give him very good purchase to hold onto and his hands slide down along it some.
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“I’ve got you,” he breathes absently and noses along the side of his neck as they move faster, driving himself as fully as he can.
Another bite and he can feel himself on that edge; “come for me,” he moans and his fingers curl tighter, needing as much of Sawyer against him as he can get. His cock feels swollen, pulsing against the others fluttering walls and he knows it’s just a matter of time— “come on, baby…”
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Sawyer can’t hold back, not as he’s pressed against the wall. The other keeps thrusting into him, his teeth sharp on his skin and sending a throbbing heat through him.
“Bishop,” he moans and it only takes a few thrusts after the other tells him to come. His body can’t resist obeying and he comes against the wall, his passage tightening and spasming around the others cock, milking his body gets slicker.
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They’re long, heavy bursts that make his muscles tremble enough that it’s a miracle he’s able to keep standing with the other in his arms.
Little stars light up and he backs of his eyelids and when he opens his eyes, he’s kissing over the others shoulder with so much affection that he’s almost embarrassed by it.
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He shivers as the other starts to kiss over his shoulders and he lets out a soft sigh. It's nice... in the shower, there's not the immediate feeling of dirtiness, the immediate need to clean up. He basks in the pleasure longer.
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“Still want you…”
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