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.
Sawyer whimpers softly as he's pressed against the tile. He's still full of desire for the other and he can scarcely understand how it's possible. He kisses him back, tongue pressing to tongue, to explore if a little shyly.
The way the other touches his hips makes his body heat. His lips part at the other's admission, exhaling a quiet moan.
Is he going into heat? Is Bishop going into a rut? Is this just... normal desire? He doesn't know. He just knows that the other's scent is overwhelming and he feels desperate to have him again.
"Mm," he knows the water is going to get cold soon, though. wouldn't it? Despite that he tilts his head pressing another kiss to the other's lips.
Bishop was going to take that as some sort of permission. The kiss is returned hungrily and he reaches down to lift Sawyer up onto his arms again.
The water would have to warm up again to get cleaned up, and the sheets could be washed.
He turns the water off blindly and carefully carries him back into their room, to their bed. He presses him down against the warm, dry bedding and doesn’t even stop kissing him the entire time.
Sawyer makes a quiet sound not quite surprised but still being lifted without a warning is enough to draw noise. He wraps his arms tightly around the other's neck as his legs grasp around the other's waist.
He shivers despite the heat of arousal when the water turns off and the air instantly turns cool on his skin. But he doesn't have time to think about it. Their bodies are flush together, arousal still high. His body is a mess, he knows, he's full of slick and come and he knows his thighs are no less messy with it either.
Sawyer doesn't let himself think too much about the mess, the mess that they're now going to make on the bed. The bedding is soft and warm and Sawyer relishes it even more than usual after the cold of the air on his skin. His nipples feel even more drawn tight than he's used to, even the air makes them feel sensitive. He arches up against Bishop. His kisses are hungry even if they're far more shy than Bishop's. He lets the other have his way, easily following him.
Sawyer makes some of the best noises Bishop has ever heard. But there was no rut happening, no heat. This was just…them.
Them responding to each other.
The bed is instantly dampened but Bishop doesn’t care and neither should Sawyer. He can still feel a wall up, something that’s off but he can’t tell what it is.
Breaking the kiss he hovers over the other and looks over his face; beautiful…
“I can smell that your body wants this, but do you?” He asks carefully, quiet, reaching down to guide himself against the others entrance again.
Sawyer can't help but care. It's a habit. It's...maybe something a little more than that but he doesn't understand really it's just who he is. He blinks when the other looks down at him.
His entrance tenses and relaxes again, anticipating the other sliding in once more. But then the other doesn't do it right away. He curls his fingers into the bedding beneath himself eyes widened a little.
"Of course I do," he says, not sure what he's done wrong to make the other ask him that.
Kissing him again, he gently shakes his head, “just wanted to be sure…”
The ease it takes the slide back inside of him should tell him it’s okay but he can’t help it. There’s no hesitation as he starts to grind back in against him.
Sawyers hair is brushed back away from his face and Bishop watches his features as they move together.
Sawyer finds it hard to be certain that he hadn't done something. He frowns briefly but it's kissed away easily. And as the other slides inside of him again he inhales sharply, hands coming up to grasp the other's sides as the pleasure blooms through him again. He doesn't know how he could want so much, how his body could still take it. In ways he feels far too sensitive but he doesn't want it to stop. He likes the way his body quivers from overstimulation.
His eyes focus on Bishop for a long moment when the other looks at him before he blushes, averting his eyes. The way Bishop looks at him... He feels... like he matters.
Sawyer decides he never wants to disappoint Bishop. He always wants to please him.
Sawyer blushes more when the other says that somehow being called cute flusters him even more than the other thrusting inside of him. There's just something about the way the other looks at him while he's fucking him. It... is a lot.
He instinctively pulls some of the fluffy blanket to cover his face for a moment, even as he moans again as another intense wave of pleasure hits him.
"Stop looking at me and saying things like that." It's muffled by the blanket.
But Bishop smoothes his hands down along the others sides and sits up so he can grab hold of his hips. His skin is so soft that he’s scared he’ll add to the bruises still healing.
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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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The way the other touches his hips makes his body heat. His lips part at the other's admission, exhaling a quiet moan.
Is he going into heat? Is Bishop going into a rut? Is this just... normal desire? He doesn't know. He just knows that the other's scent is overwhelming and he feels desperate to have him again.
"Mm," he knows the water is going to get cold soon, though. wouldn't it? Despite that he tilts his head pressing another kiss to the other's lips.
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The water would have to warm up again to get cleaned up, and the sheets could be washed.
He turns the water off blindly and carefully carries him back into their room, to their bed. He presses him down against the warm, dry bedding and doesn’t even stop kissing him the entire time.
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He shivers despite the heat of arousal when the water turns off and the air instantly turns cool on his skin. But he doesn't have time to think about it. Their bodies are flush together, arousal still high. His body is a mess, he knows, he's full of slick and come and he knows his thighs are no less messy with it either.
Sawyer doesn't let himself think too much about the mess, the mess that they're now going to make on the bed. The bedding is soft and warm and Sawyer relishes it even more than usual after the cold of the air on his skin. His nipples feel even more drawn tight than he's used to, even the air makes them feel sensitive. He arches up against Bishop. His kisses are hungry even if they're far more shy than Bishop's. He lets the other have his way, easily following him.
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Them responding to each other.
The bed is instantly dampened but Bishop doesn’t care and neither should Sawyer. He can still feel a wall up, something that’s off but he can’t tell what it is.
Breaking the kiss he hovers over the other and looks over his face; beautiful…
“I can smell that your body wants this, but do you?” He asks carefully, quiet, reaching down to guide himself against the others entrance again.
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His entrance tenses and relaxes again, anticipating the other sliding in once more. But then the other doesn't do it right away. He curls his fingers into the bedding beneath himself eyes widened a little.
"Of course I do," he says, not sure what he's done wrong to make the other ask him that.
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The ease it takes the slide back inside of him should tell him it’s okay but he can’t help it. There’s no hesitation as he starts to grind back in against him.
Sawyers hair is brushed back away from his face and Bishop watches his features as they move together.
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His eyes focus on Bishop for a long moment when the other looks at him before he blushes, averting his eyes. The way Bishop looks at him... He feels... like he matters.
Sawyer decides he never wants to disappoint Bishop. He always wants to please him.
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He smiles against the others mouth and steals a brief kiss, “you’re cute when you get shy…”
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He instinctively pulls some of the fluffy blanket to cover his face for a moment, even as he moans again as another intense wave of pleasure hits him.
"Stop looking at me and saying things like that." It's muffled by the blanket.
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Fine. He wants to hide. He can hide.
But Bishop smoothes his hands down along the others sides and sits up so he can grab hold of his hips. His skin is so soft that he’s scared he’ll add to the bruises still healing.
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