Felix flushes at the other's admission, shivering.
He slips into the shower and into the hot water, letting out a shaky breath. He'd wanted to from the moment the other had caged him in against the counter.
The cute, shyness was going to kill him. He would probably feel weak or stupid over how this boy makes him feel but it’s just something that happens. Alphas aren’t all growls and posturing.
Some people make them…like this. A mixture of possessive and almost puppy like at one time.
Bishop drags his mate in and immediately draws him into a kiss, lifting him up off of his feet and wrapping his legs around his waist.
Sawyer inhales sharply when the other lifts him up as they are kissing. He whimpers against the kiss and wraps his arms around the other as his legs are wrapped around the other's waist. Despite the fact he'd been surprised he feels safe being picked up by the other.
His lips part to the other's, inviting a deeper kiss as his arms tighten around his neck.
Together like this, thinking slowly goes out the window and instinct kicks in. Bishop feels Sawyers lips part abs he immediately wants to taste him. To feel his tongue rolling against his own. To feel those whimpers mixing with the rumbling vibrations. He carefully presses Sawyers back against the warmed tile and nips at his bottom lip.
His cock doesn’t take long to stir to almost completely hardness either. Not with the heat, the pressure, the scent flooding the shower between them.
It’s a split second decision but he knows what he wants. He perches Sawyers hips on the little ledge and holds onto his hips so he won’t slide off. Bishop kneels down between the others legs and doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his lips around his length. The first taste is good but it’s even better when he slips more of him into his mouth, rolling the soft velvet like skin against his tongue.
Sawyer moans again as they kiss, as he feels the tiles against his back and the other's firm body to his front. He's enthralled with the taste of his mate, his alpha on his tongue, with the heat of his body against his own. He barely thinks about the water all his attention solely on Bishop. He can smell him getting more aroused, knowing that he's the one causing that excites him.
It's surprising, startling really, when he's perched on the ledge, held in place by the other's strong grip. He stares wide eyed as the other man knelt between his legs. It takes a moment to even register what he's doing, even when those warm lips are already on his flesh. His lips form a surprised 'o' as pleasure spreads through him at the attention there.
No one's ever touched him like this, no one's ever put their mouth on him to make him feel good... to not take from him or hurt him. He whimpers as tries to figure out what to hold onto as the other's mouth works over him.
As of sensing that little bit of floundering, Bishop doesn’t stop what he’s doing but he does reach one hand up and guides one of Sawyers into his hair. His grip returns to the others hip to keep him in place and he makes a point of rumbling around his cock, eyes turned up to watch him through his lashes.
Sawyer's fingers curl into the other's hair, biting down on his lip as he stares down at him. He's given plenty of blowjobs but... he'd never ever imagined someone giving him one. It feels... so good.
"Oh," he gasps, moaning as the vibrations of the other's rumbling move through his cock. His fingers tighten, pulling slightly on his hair without meaning to. His hips want to rock up but the other's holding him in place which probably for the best. His breath comes out uneven and his free hand moves to cover his mouth instinctively.
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.”
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He lets Sawyer step inside the shower and closes the glass door so they’re fully encased in the steam as it builds, “do you want to?”
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He slips into the shower and into the hot water, letting out a shaky breath. He'd wanted to from the moment the other had caged him in against the counter.
He nods shyly, looking up at the other.
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Some people make them…like this. A mixture of possessive and almost puppy like at one time.
Bishop drags his mate in and immediately draws him into a kiss, lifting him up off of his feet and wrapping his legs around his waist.
Mine.
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His lips part to the other's, inviting a deeper kiss as his arms tighten around his neck.
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His cock doesn’t take long to stir to almost completely hardness either. Not with the heat, the pressure, the scent flooding the shower between them.
It’s a split second decision but he knows what he wants. He perches Sawyers hips on the little ledge and holds onto his hips so he won’t slide off. Bishop kneels down between the others legs and doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his lips around his length. The first taste is good but it’s even better when he slips more of him into his mouth, rolling the soft velvet like skin against his tongue.
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It's surprising, startling really, when he's perched on the ledge, held in place by the other's strong grip. He stares wide eyed as the other man knelt between his legs. It takes a moment to even register what he's doing, even when those warm lips are already on his flesh. His lips form a surprised 'o' as pleasure spreads through him at the attention there.
No one's ever touched him like this, no one's ever put their mouth on him to make him feel good... to not take from him or hurt him. He whimpers as tries to figure out what to hold onto as the other's mouth works over him.
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"Oh," he gasps, moaning as the vibrations of the other's rumbling move through his cock. His fingers tighten, pulling slightly on his hair without meaning to. His hips want to rock up but the other's holding him in place which probably for the best. His breath comes out uneven and his free hand moves to cover his mouth instinctively.
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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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