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.
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.
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.
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.
The scars aren’t that many. A few from childhood and random accidents but nothing major. Save for one running along his left wrist, it’s a few inches long starting from the base of his palm from an accident where he had broken it.
Bishop slows his washing and just enjoys the feeling of Sawyer willingly exploring him. He lets him and his relaxed state, the way he enjoys it, is evident.
Sawyer may still have his trust issues, for good reason, but in this moment he feels…okay.
Pressing a kiss to the others forehead, he closes his eyes and cleans the rest of the sticky mess, letting it all float down the drain with the bubbles.
“It’ll always feel at least that good in the future,” he promises.
Eventually, Sawyer might ask the stories of those few scars but for now he just enjoys the touch of skin against skin. The fact that this isn't just his body being used. Bishop really is just taking care of him. And when he's clean he feels better, breathes a little easier and looks up to the other after the kiss to his forehead and the promise.
"If it doesn't that would be okay," Sawyer flushes a little. How good it had been is overwhelming, parts of his body still almost too sensitive to have been touched even in the passing cleaning.
“Sensitive?” Bishop asks with a softer smile. He knows. He can tell. And after years of abuse it’s probably overwhelming to feel that good and there not be pain involved.
He wraps his arms around the others waist and keeps him close; letting the water wash over them, “we’re linked. It’s always going to be that good. But you’ll get used to it…”
There’s a pause and he chuckles, “you can always make me sleep on the couch, though if you get sick of me.”
Sawyer nods, biting his lip as he looks up at him before burying his face against his chest as he's wrapped up by him and the water is still hot running over their bodies. He makes a soft noise.
"I won't," Sawyer murmurs softly. Even on the off chance he did he wouldn't ever have that courage he's sure but it doesn't matter because it's unlikely anyway. He looks up at him again, leaning to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“We’ll see. You have options. Choices. Opinions, with me. You can say what’s on your mind no matter what it is,” he shrugs lightly, “you’ll figure that out on your own, though. I could tell you I’m a puppy most of the time but you’re not going to believe it until you’re around enough.”
But. The kiss was nice and he chases the other for one more, “What’re you hungry for?”
Sawyer's not ready to face the fact that he has all those things. It's a little overwhelming, the promise of freedom that's suddenly right here. He's trying to take things in smaller doses. But he doesn't argue with Bishop. He just kisses him again.
A frown slowly forms and Bishop ties his towel around his waist before moving back over to retrieve Sawyer.
“They were really terrible to you….” He murmurs mostly to himself. “It’s okay. Come on…”
He’s quiet the rest of the time it takes to get them both dried abs dressed in comfortable clothes but when they head back downstairs (a cloth in hand along with a bottle of cleaner), he looks at Sawyer again, “okay. Simple choice: rice with beef and vegetables or, I can order pizza. Which one of those sounds better?”
He watches him for a moment and then pads over to the couch to clean up their mess.
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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….”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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While he gets comfortable against the couch, he keeps the other curled against him.
“You’re perfect.”
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Bishop slows his washing and just enjoys the feeling of Sawyer willingly exploring him. He lets him and his relaxed state, the way he enjoys it, is evident.
Sawyer may still have his trust issues, for good reason, but in this moment he feels…okay.
Pressing a kiss to the others forehead, he closes his eyes and cleans the rest of the sticky mess, letting it all float down the drain with the bubbles.
“It’ll always feel at least that good in the future,” he promises.
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"If it doesn't that would be okay," Sawyer flushes a little. How good it had been is overwhelming, parts of his body still almost too sensitive to have been touched even in the passing cleaning.
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He wraps his arms around the others waist and keeps him close; letting the water wash over them, “we’re linked. It’s always going to be that good. But you’ll get used to it…”
There’s a pause and he chuckles, “you can always make me sleep on the couch, though if you get sick of me.”
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"I won't," Sawyer murmurs softly. Even on the off chance he did he wouldn't ever have that courage he's sure but it doesn't matter because it's unlikely anyway. He looks up at him again, leaning to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"I'm hungry."
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“We’ll see. You have options. Choices. Opinions, with me. You can say what’s on your mind no matter what it is,” he shrugs lightly, “you’ll figure that out on your own, though. I could tell you I’m a puppy most of the time but you’re not going to believe it until you’re around enough.”
But. The kiss was nice and he chases the other for one more, “What’re you hungry for?”
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"You were making rice."
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"Rice?"
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He repeats, “Sawyer….what do you want to eat?”
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Choices. Opinions. He feels a rush of anxiety at being pushed to have an opinion, to make a choice.
"I just want rice," he says meekly.
Being able to make simple decisions about what he gets to eat had been a rare occurrence. Food had been used as a punishment before, as a reward.
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“They were really terrible to you….” He murmurs mostly to himself. “It’s okay. Come on…”
He’s quiet the rest of the time it takes to get them both dried abs dressed in comfortable clothes but when they head back downstairs (a cloth in hand along with a bottle of cleaner), he looks at Sawyer again, “okay. Simple choice: rice with beef and vegetables or, I can order pizza. Which one of those sounds better?”
He watches him for a moment and then pads over to the couch to clean up their mess.
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