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[bilocations]

Sawyer nods even while the other's nose is in his hair. He still keeps waiting on the other shoe to drop, on Bishop to hurt him but he holds him like this and assures him... It's terrifying in its own way.

"Others have had me before," he says quietly. He's not a pure virgin, he bites his lip. "But they didn't want to mate me."

They just wanted to hurt and humiliate him.

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That is not something that surprises him. He had expected as much given where he had taken him from. The way those people were. The way they handled literally everything.

“Often?”

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Sawyer feels embarrassed, his cheeks reddening and he looks down, pulling back slightly but there's not much space for him to move away or hide.

"Yes."

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Bishop holds him there, and shakes his head.

“I’m not going to force you to do that,” he says quietly.

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Sawyer exhales and he knows it's true. The other hadn't forced anything on him so far. He takes a deep breath and forces his eyes up to meet the others.

"You don't have to force me. You're my mate, you claimed me."

And that does mean something to Sawyer. He'd never lost that stupid romantic notion, wish. And even if he can't trust it there's a spark of something beneath everything else.

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“When you’re ready,” he settles on.

But sex hadn’t been the reason behind him saving Sawyer from those assholes. Nor was it the sole reason for the mate thing. Did he find this little thing attractive? Obviously.

“I want to wait till you trust me. Not just because you feel it’s your duty. It isn’t. Do you understand?” Reaching up he runs his fingers back through his new mates hair. “But I do want you to stay here and sleep with me. Sleep.”

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Sawyer's expression grows perplexed and it's... almost beyond comprehension. He bites the inside of his cheek. How would he ever know how to trust Bishop? Or anyone. He lowers his eyes and doesn't know how to take all this. All he has known is a world where it would be his duty. A world where his sole purpose had been entertainment whether sexual or otherwise and now...

The other is giving him agency and trying to make him feel safe and Sawyer feels even more fragile in this unfamiliar territory.

"I don't understand you," he murmurs. He lowers his head and then presses his face against the other's shoulder. There's a strange feeling of contentment at being held like this, gently, but he doesn't know what to do with all of this. He's not used to having choices, to having a say in anything at all. "I want to believe you."

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Bishop knows that this is a tightrope he’s walking on. If he insists on being too good, the other could take it as some sort of refusal or something. But if he gives in to what the primal part of his brain says to do, he could rush in too fast.

But when he feels the weight of Sawyers head on his shoulder he chuckles softly, “I don’t exactly fit the mold. I know. But it’s worked out pretty well for me so far…”

He reaches up to cup his face in his hands, looks him over a moment and then presses a kiss to his mouth that isn’t a rush of anything but warmth, “I will want you when you’re ready. I promise you that. I don’t care that you aren’t some pure unicorn or something. But you won’t be used like that again moving forward.”

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Sawyer supposes the other is right in that. He's very... very different.

As he feels the other's hand on his face he closes his eyes after a second, feeling the other's lips against his own. There's warmth that blossoms from it, not just a primal response to his mate. He furrows his brow at the pleasantness of it.

"Can you do that again?"

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Bishop doesn’t question it, he just leans in and kisses him again. The first one lingers a bit and the following two are softer, more…playful.

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Sawyer lets himself relax, it takes effort to do so. He slowly starts to kiss back, though, he's fumbling a little with it. He pulls back after one of the kisses looking at Bishop.

"No one's ever kissed me like that."

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Now that he’s been able to, all Bishop wants to do is kiss him. His eyes linger on the others mouth and then he hums lowly, “like what?”

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"Like they're not trying to hurt me," Sawyer answers honestly. "Like... they want me to like it."

His own gaze lowers to the other's lips again.

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Bishop smiles lightly, “…do you like it?”

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Sawyer nods slightly almost embarrassed to admit it.

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“You can kiss me whenever you want,” he murmurs lowly, nosing back in after a moment and stealing another kiss just because it felt safe to do so.

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Sawyer nods and he kisses back and eventually ducks away to press his head against the other's shoulder again.

"Thank you."

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Once more, he gathered Sawyer up in a hug and nosed against the side of his face, “from now on, you need anything, you come to me.”

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Sawyer nods but he's not used to needing a lot or wanting anything. He doesn't say so and just nuzzles the other's shoulder something that feels natural. He wonders why he feels like he almost feels safe.

"Okay," he acknowledges.

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Bishop is content for a while; just holding him in his lap, warm and as cliche as it was sounding — safe.

But eventually he kisses his temple and nudges him, “if you want you can take a bath and settle in.”

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Sawyer could nearly fall asleep again like this, held in Bishop's lap, eyes closed as he rests on his shoulder.

"Okay," he agrees. Bishop will learn he's quiet, shy but also eventually he might slowly open up and talk more the safer he feels.

"Will you stay?"

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“Yeah,” Bishop nods and stands up, keeping Sawyer held against him while he wanders into the bathroom. Sawyers is carefully set on the counter so he can turn the water on to warm, “bath or shower?”

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It feels strange to be taken care of like this, to be held and brought to the bathroom. He worries at his bottom lip some as he stares at the other from the perch on the counter.

"Uhm," he flushes, making decisions is new to him. Even for such simple tasks.

"A bath," he finally says. He quietly pulls his shirt up, starting to get undressed so he can get washed up.

"Did you bring my things?" he asks, he didn't have much. There were worn clothes, a few tattered books and the like.

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A bath it was. He flipped the plug into place abs let the water begin to fill before he added some bubbles; nothing severely scented or that would obscure his scent on Sawyer but still something nice.

He nods, “yeah, I did. But I also sent one of mine to pick you up some things, too.” Looking up at him, he takes in the details of him that were hidden beneath his clothes, “tonight you’re wearing something of mine though.”

It was a subtle show of dominance, he guessed.

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Bubbles... Sawyer watches, fascinated. He's never had a bubble bath before. He can already start to spell the subtle pleasant scent and he pauses in undressing, his pants undone as he looks up at Bishop when he speaks.

He flushes at the other's comment and he nods. He won't argue that. He slowly pushes his pants down. He still had bruises some fresher than others all over his body, particularly his thighs and his ass. There were some on his stomach and a large one that's ugly and later in the healing stages on one side and around to his back.

He catches sight of them and then shifts nearly wanting to pull his clothes back on suddenly embarrassed of his mate seeing the marks left on him by other wolves. He tries not to dwell, though he doesn't look at the other as he tugs off his socks and then his underwear, letting the clothes drop. The counter is cold against his bare skin but he didn't move from where the other had put him.