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[l0vemekn0t]

“Don’t worry about that,” Bishop shook his head lightly and stole a quick kiss, or what should have been. He lingers longer than intended and relaxes against both Sawyer and the counter.

“I feel better knowing you’re safe. Everything else can come later.”

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Sawyer sighs softly into the kiss, and his hands smooth over the other's stomach again and then around him as his legs wrap around the other's waist and lets him press flush against him.

His face ducks to press against his chest for a moment before lifting and pressing a soft kiss to his lips again, his own parting tongue teasing out to invite a deeper kiss.

"I can help," he whispers. "Take the edge off.."

He knows he's not ready to let the other claim him completely. He's terrified still and as much as he wants to trust it's not really there yet and the feeling of safety seems fragile.

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Bishop takes advantage of that invitation, pressing into the others kiss again. It warm and he likes the taste of his mate but he stops abruptly and looks over his face.

Give his brain a moment to re-center.

“Kissing is taking the edge off,” he says slowly.

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Sawyer enjoys the kiss. Kissing is nice with Bishop. It makes his lips tingle, and the taste and scent of Bishop clouds all of his other senses and thoughts. He brings one hand around to Bishop's front. He lowers his eyes after meeting the other's gaze for a moment.

His hand moves between their bodies, reaching to where he can palm over his groin.

He's never initiated things before. And usually, foreplay wasn't on the table but... he knows some things. And he wants to make Bishop feel good. He doesn't want him to regret saving him.

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Regret is not something he is feeling at this moment. It’s only been barely two days since he had brought Sawyer home with him. Less since he’d started the claiming process.

He watches the smaller male trail down his body and he knows what he’s doing. He knows. And he appreciates it. But…

“Sawyer…if you do that now, it’ll make sleeping beside you later harder,” he admits, and tips his face up towards his again, “I told you you’re mine. You’re not going anywhere. I mean, unless you want to.”

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Sawyer's eyes widen in surprise as his face is lifted, looking at him. He swallows heavily. His hand pulls away and he feels embarrassed. He doesn't say anything, ears burning but he doesn't pull away from his touch or unwrap his legs either. Not yet anyway.

"I'm sorry."

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“Don’t be sorry,” Bishop chuckles lowly and he blushes a little himself, “The want is there. Trust me on that. I want you. But not until I can have you fully.”

He lingers and noses him affectionately, “understand?”

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Sawyer doesn’t know if he really understands. He nuzzles at him though and looks at a shaky breath. His hands curling into the others shirt as he unwraps his legs from around the others waist.

“You could. We’re mates…” his instincts are desperate for it and he thinks it is probably more intense for Bishop. He hesitates.

“If we do it once and… I need more time before we do it that way again…” it’s hard for him to ask to consider his own needs, to try and balance his fears, his trauma, his instincts to be fully claimed… it’s hard to balance how desperately he wants to believe in Bishop. “Would that make it hard to sleep by me…?”

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Bishop watches Sawyer closely; listening to more than just his words. His scent says one thing and his inner wolf is clawing at his eyes to let him have it.

“We’re not having sex…but if you want to try other things…if you’re really comfortable with that…we can.”

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Sawyer is surprised but a part of him is thrilled at the others response… that he didn’t just take what Sawyer offered.

“You’ll be okay with that?” Sawyer asked still more worried about making sure he doesn’t displease Bishop. “I think I’m comfortable enough, I want to try.”

He wants his mate every instinct and nerve burns with it.

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Drawing Sawyer to him he lifts him off the counter again and catches his mouth in a deeper kiss again as he navigates their way over to the couch.

It’s large, leather, comfortable — and he sits down in the center of it with Sawyer in his lap. The kiss breaks and he nods slowly, “this is okay.”

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Sawyer's lips part easily for the other's kiss, letting the other carry him wherever he chose to go. His legs wrapped around him, arms around the other's neck for security purposes, clearly. They didn't go far and Sawyer's eyes stay closed even as that kiss breaks.

The other's taste is still overwhelming and his lips are parted and wet. They tingle and it felt good. He didn't know anything could feel that good.

Sawyer nods, his arms are still around the other's neck but he's settled on the other's lap with his knees bent in a more comfortable position. He leans forward his lips pressing to Bishop's again fingers hesitantly brushing through the back of the other's hair. Each new thing he does is done with trepidation trying to read the other's body language any change in his scent to tell if he's displeasing or angering him. He doesn't know how he's supposed to touch, affectionate, passionate touches... they're new.

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Bishop can feel how careful Sawyer is being; like he’s walking a narrow line acting as a tripwire. He takes a breath and tips his head back a little into the hands in his hair and slouches further on the couch.

His hands massage little circles around the others hips and slip once more up under his shirt. Dancing over the bruises he knows are there he feels along his ribs and up higher, drawing down again as he leans into another kiss. He wants the taste of him, forever. It’s sweeter than anything else he’d ever tasted and he was finding he had quite the sweet tooth.

“I like everything you’re doing, don’t worry.”

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Sawyer can't help it that he's careful and worried. He does feel some relief and confidence when the other leans into his touch, when Bishop's hands move under his shirt. Those fingers are gentle, seemingly doing their best to make sure that they don't hurt Sawyer. He inhales sharply against the kiss as the other's hands move higher. His skin tingles.

He presses into the kiss, into those hands, fingers curling into the other's hair scraping lightly against the back of his head.

"I..." he murmurs softly, leaning to kiss quickly. "I can't help it."

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“You’re scared I’m going to hurt you,” he murmurs.

He won’t, of course. Bishop wasn’t like that. Unless you asked for it. But he was trying to show Sawyer as much as possible that he wouldn’t.

“You can tie my hands if you want.”

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"I... know you won't," Sawyer says softly, at least he thinks he knows. But he's still afraid.

"I like how you touch me." He doesn't want to tie the other's hands. And that wouldn't stop him from hurting Sawyer if he wanted to anyway. He smiles shyly.

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Bishop blinks slowly at that shy smile and tips his head back with a groan that is a mixture of frustration, amusement and a touch of pain, “you’re so damn cute. When you trust me I’m going to spoil the shit out of you.”

Chuckling quietly he looks him over again, “okay. Tell me what you want. I’ll do that and only that.”

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Sawyer can't even really comprehend what spoiling is. He blushes pink, though, lowering his gaze. His hands move from the other's hair back to his shoulder.

"I don't know," he says, eyes widening as he looks at Bishop. "I've... I'm not afraid of what you'll do to me," he says quietly.

"I'm afraid I'll do something wrong."

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Bishop tipped his head curiously, “I’m your mate. The only thing you could ever do wrong is leave me.”

He considers him for a moment, his hands smoothing along his thighs, around his hips and back down over an over, “don’t worry about doing something wrong. If you do something I don’t like I’ll tell you. But I won’t hurt you over it.”

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It feels like he's on fire as the other's hand move over his thighs, his hips and he starts to squirm in the other's lap, biting his lip.

"I...it'll take practice," he murmurs. Fear is second nature.

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Bishop smiles, “Practice huh? You do realize that means we’ll have to do this…a lot, yeah?”

He noses in again and steals a kiss. It’s short and playful but teeth catch at the others bottom lip for half of a second as his hands work back up under Sawyers shirt, and down around to grab his backside securely in his hands.

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"I know," Sawyer agrees with another shy smile. He kisses back and there's a shock of pleasure at the quick graze of teeth on his lip. But then those hands are under his shirt making him shiver.

He gasps when the other grabs him, feeling a more molten heat and his body responds eagerly to his mate's touch. His lips part and he presses in to kiss him again, hands slowly trailing down the other's chest, still nervous but he's doing it.

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Smiling against his mouth he murmurs, “you like the biting?”

At least that’s the impression he’s getting.

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"it felt nice," Sawyer admits.

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“Just nice? You smell…” he takes a breath, “…like it felt more than nice.”

His hands drum lightly against the others backside, “you can bite me, too.”