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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.”

Sawyer kisses him, the taste of him welcome. He grounds himself in that. In this moment he feels safe. Hes still wrapped up in Bishop’s kisses when he feels that hand. His length is over sensitive, his passage tightens as his mate fondles him.

“Ah,” he whimpers, his thighs instinctively trying to press together but just pressing against Bishop instead. He twists a little but he doesn’t ask Bishop to stop, he’s not being hurt.

He nearly sobs against the others mouth, and he can’t quite stay still as he’s being played with. “Please,” he whimpers and the orgasm that follows isn’t quite as messy, there’s not as much come but his body tightens and spasms again around the others cock. His hand dragging over the other’s bicep.

It feels too fast. And it probably is because he’s been worked up this entire time but when Sawyer whimpers and Bishop feels the others sensitized body clench around him again, he feels like every tense muscle in his own body releases.

What Sawyer may have lacked when it came to the mess this time, Bishop more than makes up for it when he finally releases, hips rolling languidly where he’s deeply seated inside of him. The moan that comes is husky and panted against the others shoulder until he’s sated (for now).

Everything tingles, and sparks and he’s strangely energized abs sleepy at the same time when he slowly comes down.

He isn’t even sure how long that takes but when his brain starts working again, he’s nosing against Sawyer like he’s the best present he’s ever received.

Sawyer closes his eyes as he holds the other close to himself. He had felt the others release, feels the way he still keeps him full. His entire body is sensitive, there’s trembling in his thighs, a little in his hands as they caress over the others biceps.

“Mm,” he hums wordlessly at the other nuzzling him, swallowing heavily. He nuzzles him, his heart still racing. Is this what it always supposed to have felt like?

Maybe the trust isn’t all there but the fact the other had done this, hadn’t hurt him at all — the opposite in fact, helps.

The come down is slow, or maybe he’s just enjoying the way Sawyer feels. But when he nuzzles against him in turn, Bishop carefully lifts up enough to steal a softer kiss before carefully pulling out of him so his body can relax.

While he gets comfortable against the couch, he keeps the other curled against him.

“You’re perfect.”

Sawyer still feels shaky even as the other pulls out. He is glad he holds him close. He curls up as comfortably as he can. He’s messy and his skin still is just almost too sensitive for any touch at all. Yet, he finds himself pressing in close to make sure the other is touching him in as many places as possible.

All he can smell right now is Bishop’s scent. Safe. His. the scent seems to leave him with that impression. He’s still afraid but it’s pushed into the background right now.

“Mm Mm,” Sawyer shakes his head and he’s afraid for the other yo think that because what if he makes a mistake… and the other finds out that he’s not perfect after all?

“Not for everyone, but for me you are,” Bishop murmurs into Sawyers hair. He’s content and relaxes wrapped up and tangled on the couch with his mate.

But, eventually the need to clean up becomes clear and he slowly gathers Sawyer up in his arms and carries him back upstairs to get a shower started. Not once, though does he let go of him, even when he sets him on his own two feet.

Sawyer doesn’t argue. He feels exhausted. He just lightly rubs his fingertips over the others arm in a nonsensical pattern until Bishop picks him up. He doesn’t have to question where they’re going. As they leave the mess and clothes behind he is glad at the idea of getting clean. He’d had to stay dirty too often and he didn’t like the feeling of it lingering on his skin.

He wonders if Bishop had sensed it, that he would want to clean up or maybe Bishop is the same way… he’ll ask him sometime when he has more courage. For now, his eyes follow his mate, as he gets the shower ready. Never losing contact completely and there’s some sense of security in that.

“Thank you,” Sawyer says softly and when it looks like the water is ready he gets in, pulling the other by the hand to join him.

The only time Bishop felt it was acceptable to stay that dirty is during a heat and that was only because it took forever to finish anything. The need was too strong.

But to say he hadn’t sensed or at the very least assumed that about Sawyer would be wrong.

Bishop is tugged easily in behind the other but his brow furrows softly. What was he thanking him for?

“I take care of what’s mine,” he murmurs and reaches out to cradle the others face in his hands. He steals a kiss and then tips his head back to help him wet his hair properly before he moves on to soaping him him everywhere he can reach.

Sawyer bites his lip at being called Bishop’s. It’s true. The other had claimed him, had completely claimed him. He could feel himself tied more acutely to the other.

And this time, as Bishop washes him, sawyer returns the favor. His fingers are curious, exploring the muscles, searching out any scars or marks on the other and just exploring his mates body a little as he helps clean up.

“I’ve never felt that good before…” Sawyer admits softly, almost inaudible over the sound of the shower.

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