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The panic that’s written all over Sawyers body is almost tangible and Bishop doesn’t like it. He knows why he’s like this, though, and that makes it worse.

He softens a bit and considers all of their options first. He wanted to wait until Sawyer was more comfortable, more confident, to take that last step but now he’s wondering…

“…do you really want to have sex or do you just feel like you have to?”

Sawyer blinks at the question, taken aback and surprised once more. He doesn’t answer right away because he wants to make sure he gives the right answer, a truthful and sincere one.

The answer isn’t simple to find, there’s a lot to pick apart, to try and tell where trauma and instinct end and begin, where desire and fear start and stop. It’s a tangled mess but…

“I know I want to, with you.”

Sawyer murmurs, hand lifting to gently touch the others face, hesitant a moment.

“I want you. You’re my mate. You’ll take care of me and… my body… craves you.”

That was true. Bishop would take care of him. And truthfully, it would be nothing like what Sawyer was used to experiencing. At least he hopes not.

Bishop does take him seriously, though. He turns his face to gently bite the others palm, kissing it before he releases a sigh.

“Take your pants off,” he murmurs thickly.

Sawyer shivers at the bite, it sends heat straight to his core. The kiss is no less arousing to him. He is surprised that Bishop seems to be changing his mind but... he also is okay with this. As long as Bishop doesn't hurt him, it'll be okay. He's surprised by how much he desperately wants Bishop to be true to his word that he'll be safe with him.

So, at the command, he shifts upward, his fingers working open his pants and he starts peeling the clothing out of the way. It's already a mess of come and slick and he feels the urge to apologize for getting the clothes messy but he manages to bite it back at least for now as he uses one hand on the other's shoulder to steady himself as he gets it off each leg and then settles back onto Bishop's lap, eyes wide as he looks at him again.

When Sawyer lifts up, giving him enough space to move a bit, Bishop pushes his joggers down and kicks them off carefully. His eyes remain on Sawyer, though. Watching every move, every little detail with hungry admiration.

His tongue skates over his lips and he can almost taste the messes Sawyer had left behind. Whatever Sawyer had been worried about, the opposite is true.

He smiles at the wide eyed expression and shakes his head, “is there anything you definitely don’t want me to do? A way you don’t like to be touched? A boundary you don’t want crossed that they never cared about?”

Sawyer's eyes are drawn down for a moment when the other had gotten his own pants off, wanting to see his length. The sight of it is mouth wateringly good and he flushes as he drags his eyes back up to Bishop's face, that expression on his face still wide-eyed, eager and careful at the same time. There's so many things but they're simple, things that Bishop has already proven he won't do.

He leans forward and kisses him, soft but a sense of heat behind it.

"Just don't hurt me," he says softly. Just let it keep feeling good. He presses closer, his entire body hot, prone, ready to be played.

“I won’t,” Bishop murmurs quietly against his he others mouth, “but if I do by accident, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

Everyone was different; pain tolerance, things like that. Even if he was careful, he still didn’t know what Sawyers line was. Where was off limits or where he could cross. It would just take…practice.

Bishop nosed him again and rumbles softly against his ear, “you’re with me, not them. I’ll listen to you.”

Both hands smoothed around and he held Sawyer closer, he was mindful of the bruising and whenever he got a second to study it he tried to figure out what had made the bruises to begin with. Hands? Belts? Teeth?

Sawyer nods. That’s enough for him, that Bishop will try. He presses into the others touch, against his body. He still takes care that he isn’t hurting the already tender spots on Sawyer’s body. He presses another kiss to Bishop’s lips. His hands slowly brush over his chest and down to stroke over the others cock again.

The bruises were from so many sources and more even that don’t currently have marks on him, they’d used their hands to bruise him, kicked him, threw him. They’d beat him with various hard objects recently. But mostly there are bruises from the hands holding him too roughly to keep him still.

He knows Bishop won’t use anything to hurt him. He won’t hit him, won’t kick him. It will be okay won’t it?

The way their scents mingled together; mutual arousal and something else that he isn’t used to — Bishop would rather cut off his own hands than hurt his mate.

The softer kisses, along with the more bold touch pulls a pleased sound from deep inside of him somewhere and his hips shift back into the others touch. His hands were smaller, softer, and eager to get ahold of him. That alone made his heart race.

The kiss deepens as the hunger shifts again and before he can change his mind he moves them so that Sawyers back is against the couch cushions. It would smell like him and Bishop was more than a little excited about that. Eventually they could mark up the entire house. Less of him and more of them.

Sawyer strokes him a few times, feeling his hardness, the scent only growing stronger. He lets out a quiet sound of surprise as he finds himself on his back. He lets his legs fall open, hand stroking along the length of his cock again.

“Wait I’ll… it’ll get messy,” Sawyer protests as he feels the cushion beneath him, thinking of his slick, his come making even more of a mess than he already has. He doesn’t want to wait.

Even as he had said it his hips arch and his hand squeezes the others cock.

“Good,” Bishop breathes and runs his hands over the others sides, hooking his knees up higher in the process so he could settle between them, “make a mess for me.”

Leather was easier to clean than fabric, anyway.

“I’m gonna need that, though,” he chuckles and he gives Sawyers hand a pointed thrust.

Sawyer bites back a sound as the other tells him to make a mess. It’s the opposite of what he’s used to and it’s hard for him to get into the mindset of it but he doesn’t argue anymore. He inhaled as his body is repositioned and the thrust into his hand makes him ache to feel that somewhere else.

He lets go of his cock, his hand drawing away and wavering on where to put it in this new position. His breath comes out a little hitched.

There’s no denying he’s nervous, that worried about this. He wants to please Bishop. He wants to be good. And his body craves it, needs it. He just simply wants him.

Free to move, Bishop hovers over the smaller body, and reaches to tip his chin, “Look at me. Don’t look away.”

He wants to be able to judge whether or not he’s actually hurting him, but on another level he just wants to watch that pretty face shift with the pleasure of it.

It only takes a few adjustments to line himself up with the others slick entrance, and he slowly presses forward; easing deeper inside of him and it feels like heaven. It feels like the most perfect fit, nothing could be better than the way this boy feels wrapped around him.

With a moan he noses against him and steals a kiss, seating his cock fully inside and giving the other a moment to adjust.

Sawyer’s eyes widen again but he nods. “Okay,” he agrees softly. He wants to squeeze his eyes shut to deal with the nerves he feels but he keeps them open, keeps looking at the other.

Soon, he feels the blunt head of Bishop’s cock pushing against his entrance and then easily slipping inside of him. He gasps, his body gripping him and it feels so good. He reaches to grab the others bicep as if to steady himself in place.

He kisses back, feeling full. He parts his lips and drags the kiss on. His eyes squeeze shut. Fuck. This feels better than anything he’s felt before. “Don’t stop,” he mewls against the others lips.

A full adjustment isn’t necessary in this case, and for once he’s incredibly thankful for that. A breath catches in Bishops throat and he blinks slowly, watching that pretty face and feeling full lips, hot against his mouth.

Rolling his hips slowly at first, mostly because it just feels good and he wants to enjoy that for a moment. Be a little bit selfish. Just for right now.

Sawyer feels lost in this, in how easily the other pushes in, how easily his hips move inside of him. It doesn't hurt. It more than doesn't hurt. Each movement is full of pleasure. His hips arch up into those slow rolls, instinctively begging for more.

His head drops back and he looks up at Bishop, lips parted as he moans again. He knows part of it is the instincts, part of it is that his body is aching to be claimed by his mate but he knows it's more than that.

His gaze catches on Sawyers exposed throat and he lowers down to kiss it. A little mark is sucked into the skin and he moans lowly as his hips start to move faster. Harder. It’s still not a rabid pace like it might be during a heat but there was a lot of pent up in energy in him now.

“You okay?” He asks, drawing back to nuzzle against him and steal another messy kiss.

Sawyer gasps at the kiss, the sucking that follows. There's a craving for Bishop to bite down again over the same spot that he had claimed him with. He starts to moan with each thrust. It feels so good each time. He grasps at the leather beneath himself. The whole experience is overwhelming for him.

His attention is centered back on Bishop when the other asks him that when he nuzzles at him. Their lips are wet and it's messy and he likes it.

"Mhm," he breathes. "...Bite me...where you did earlier."

Bishop doesn’t have to be asked twice this time around. He kisses the others mouth deeply and then finds the aforementioned bite. It’s still a little red, maybe a little angry, but when his teeth resettle into the grooves, pleasure shoots through his entire body.

A growl rumbles in his throat and his hips jerk, wanting to fit as deeply as he can inside of his mate. He can feel the swelling start, eager pulsing to scent all over him, to chase away anyone within a mile radius but the softness of the other sounds keeps him grounded.

Sawyer returns the kiss, moaning quietly into it. Then, he sucks in a breath as the other's mouth moves down and he knows what he's doing before he does it. He arches beneath the other again, more sharply as the other growls, as the teeth press against his tender skin. There's some pain but it doesn't hurt.

He whimpers the other's name, feeling the way his knot is starting to form, starting to fill him more. His body is ready for it, eager for it even. It's like he was made for Bishop.

Slowly, he reaches up, hands hesitant as they move over Bishop's sides and then to his shoulders. His fingers had been itching to touch ever since he'd moved his hands away.

This is the first time he’s felt…whole. The pleasure he gets from the others body; not just the way he grips him or arches against him, but the sounds he makes and the way he tastes.

The whimper just fans the heat building in his belly, the inner wolf growing to keep what belongs to it close. His hips roll until it’s almost too painful to do so. Sawyers body is clenching in all the best ways and he lets go of the others neck to pant against his skin instead.

“Mine….”

Sawyer shudders and his body tightens around the other at that single word. At the way the other is moving into him, the way he's breathing. It's too much. He's nearly crying at the intensity of the pleasure that's building up.

And as the other keeps working inside of him, as he feels his breath against his neck, leavingh is skin burning and tingling and alive with sensation he comes between their bodies.

If he was slick before it gets even more so as he comes, his body tightening around the other's cock as he tenses and cries out. He's never come like this before. It's never been so mind blowing that nothing else can even begin to enter his mind. There's no thoughts, no anything... just the other inside of him, just his weight over him, his scent surrounding him. His mate.

The Alpha title came with such a stigma that he sometimes ignored it altogether. It came with so much drama that he hates dealing with but this moment? This ability? He understood this part. Appreciated this part.

He watched through hooded eyes full of need and…adoration as Sawyer fell apart. The flood of warm slick wrapped around him abs another growl echoed in his chest over it.

He kisses his chin and trembled with the effort it takes to not move too much. But he refuses to hurt him even on accident.

“Still with me…?” He asks softly, nuzzling him.

Sawyer’s eyes are unfocused, dazed as the waves of pleasure tapered off. He looks up at Bishop, nodding but the ability to speak anything coherent is lost for the moment. He moans softly, his body still quivering from the intensity of pleasure he’d just experienced, aftershocks still there.

He nuzzles back at him, though, rocking his hips a little to silently tell him he’s okay.

Good. Where he’s braced on one arm, he slips his fingers into Sawyers hair and almost lovingly feels through it.

A kiss is stollen, slow and surprisingly warm a contrast to the way his free hand slips between them to wrap around Sawyers stick length to fondle and stroke him.

“One more…” he smirks softly against his mouth, “give me just one more.”

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