“I hurt you,” he responds quickly and for that he is sorry. He hasn’t pulled away completely, just let go of the others hips.
His eyes slide up to meet Sawyers and part of him relaxes but another part doesn’t. He curls back over him and obeys his mate. He doesn’t stop but he does nose him, “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me…” he says quickly, urgently. He doesn’t know what to do
with someone apologizing to him and he feels a little frustrated.
“What did I do to make you think you hurt me?” He asks, mind spiraling on
what he had done wrong to make him think that that can can scarcely
register how good it feels to have him keep moving.
Bishop can feel the spiral happening and I hope he doesn’t stop moving he does brush his fingers over the others cheek to keep him focused on him.
He licks his lips and breathes to try and get his head straight, “I couldn’t see your face…and you made that sound and I thought…it was pain…the…” bruises.
Sawyer looks up at him as the other touches his cheek. He keeps his eyes on
him and it’s still hard to pull back on the panic but he manages to get
under control again.
“I… I’ll tell you if it hurts,” he says quietly. Or he’ll try to.
“Promise?” Because that would need to be an ongoing thing.
A softer kiss is dropped to the others mouth, a contrast to the slick sounds of their joining bodies but it didn’t matter. His thrusts deepened again, heavy, languid things that drew more and more of his brain and shoved it somewhere else.
Knowing Sawyer wasn’t actually hurt makes it easier to slide back into the former mindset with just one goal: to make him happy. To make him tremble again. To make sure he knows where he belongs now.
The careful thrusts morph along with his mood. The kisses are gentle with affection but there’s a lacing of need, and want and he breathes him in as they slowly get closer to that edge again.
Sawyer finds himself crying out at each thrust. He needs it, this. He wants Bishop and and it amazes him still. Each cry of pleasure that’s drawn out of him is a surprise, that he can feel this good. It’s not hard to make him tremble with need and want. He holds close to Bishop now as they kiss. His lips parted, allowing the other to have full access to his mouth and tongue. The taste of Bishop fills his mouth.
He can feel how slick he’s getting once more, or still is… How can he even be sure anymore. He moans as he rolls his hips up. How is the other so much and still it doesn’t feel like enough?
All of those feelings are mutual. Sex as it is, feels good. But it had never felt this good. He'd never craved it this much, the closeness of it.
But the more he hears those moans and little sounds of pleasure coming from Sawyer the more he doesn't even want to stop. It's like some sort of primal frenzy takes hold of every brain cell and refuses to let it go.
Bishop pants and growls against the others mouth, kissing him with a possessively loving contradiction of a kiss and he chooses to actually knot inside of him again. It feels better that way, to feel Sawyers body hungry and pulling him in like that. He's already leaking heavily inside of the other, his mixing with the others slick feels...so good.
Everything feels too tight, but in that really good way that makes him not want to stop but he also doesn't want to hurt him either.
For Sawyer, sex has never really felt good, not before Bishop. He'd known in theory that it could, that it should... but that'd never been for him. Now, Bishop is taking him apart piece by piece.
His fingers caress up the other's back, burying into his hair and moaning into the other's kiss. The sounds he can't really keep inside. It feels too good, too right.
His moan is a bit sharper when the other starts to knot inside of him, stretching him more. He breaks the kiss to suck in deep breaths and his body can take this, his body wants this. And so does Sawyer. He wants it. As he takes in a few breaths he stares up at Bishop, lips parted and wet eyes wide, dazed with pleasure.
“That’s it,” Bishop pants softly, a rumble riding along each sound as he stares down into those pretty eyes.
His fingers brush through the others hair and he noses against his jaw once as he settles on a deep set rutting movement because he doesn’t want to hurt him. But when he lifts up to see his face again he smiles slowly, it’s part sweet, part lust, “…my good boy…mine.”
Sawyer's eyes fall closed again as the other noses at his jaw. His fingers rubbing against his scalp. The other's movements continue drawing sounds from him, his body aching for more and more and more.
His eyes draw open again, lids heavy when he feels the other's head move away. He flushes at the words, lips parted in a soft moan. He likes that. He likes all of that. To be told he's a good boy, to be claimed... that he's pleasing his mate is everything.
The way his body tightens only confirms how much he likes it.
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Date: 2022-03-30 05:32 am (UTC)His eyes slide up to meet Sawyers and part of him relaxes but another part doesn’t. He curls back over him and obeys his mate. He doesn’t stop but he does nose him, “I’m sorry.”
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Date: 2022-03-30 05:36 am (UTC)Sawyer shakes his head.
“You didn’t hurt me…” he says quickly, urgently. He doesn’t know what to do with someone apologizing to him and he feels a little frustrated.
“What did I do to make you think you hurt me?” He asks, mind spiraling on what he had done wrong to make him think that that can can scarcely register how good it feels to have him keep moving.
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Date: 2022-03-30 05:42 pm (UTC)He licks his lips and breathes to try and get his head straight, “I couldn’t see your face…and you made that sound and I thought…it was pain…the…” bruises.
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Date: 2022-03-30 05:47 pm (UTC)Sawyer looks up at him as the other touches his cheek. He keeps his eyes on him and it’s still hard to pull back on the panic but he manages to get under control again.
“I… I’ll tell you if it hurts,” he says quietly. Or he’ll try to.
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Date: 2022-03-30 07:20 pm (UTC)A softer kiss is dropped to the others mouth, a contrast to the slick sounds of their joining bodies but it didn’t matter. His thrusts deepened again, heavy, languid things that drew more and more of his brain and shoved it somewhere else.
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Date: 2022-03-30 07:39 pm (UTC)Sawyer hesitates and then slowly nods. There’s caveats in his head but he doesn’t say it out loud. He just nods a second time.
“Promise,” he says softly.
He kisses him just as softly but earnestly. He wraps his legs around the others hips as if he can pull him in deeper if he tightens his thighs enough.
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Date: 2022-03-31 03:42 am (UTC)The careful thrusts morph along with his mood. The kisses are gentle with affection but there’s a lacing of need, and want and he breathes him in as they slowly get closer to that edge again.
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Date: 2022-03-31 05:03 pm (UTC)He can feel how slick he’s getting once more, or still is… How can he even be sure anymore. He moans as he rolls his hips up. How is the other so much and still it doesn’t feel like enough?
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Date: 2022-03-31 09:09 pm (UTC)But the more he hears those moans and little sounds of pleasure coming from Sawyer the more he doesn't even want to stop. It's like some sort of primal frenzy takes hold of every brain cell and refuses to let it go.
Bishop pants and growls against the others mouth, kissing him with a possessively loving contradiction of a kiss and he chooses to actually knot inside of him again. It feels better that way, to feel Sawyers body hungry and pulling him in like that. He's already leaking heavily inside of the other, his mixing with the others slick feels...so good.
Everything feels too tight, but in that really good way that makes him not want to stop but he also doesn't want to hurt him either.
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Date: 2022-03-31 10:15 pm (UTC)His fingers caress up the other's back, burying into his hair and moaning into the other's kiss. The sounds he can't really keep inside. It feels too good, too right.
His moan is a bit sharper when the other starts to knot inside of him, stretching him more. He breaks the kiss to suck in deep breaths and his body can take this, his body wants this. And so does Sawyer. He wants it. As he takes in a few breaths he stares up at Bishop, lips parted and wet eyes wide, dazed with pleasure.
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Date: 2022-03-31 10:57 pm (UTC)His fingers brush through the others hair and he noses against his jaw once as he settles on a deep set rutting movement because he doesn’t want to hurt him. But when he lifts up to see his face again he smiles slowly, it’s part sweet, part lust, “…my good boy…mine.”
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Date: 2022-03-31 11:14 pm (UTC)His eyes draw open again, lids heavy when he feels the other's head move away. He flushes at the words, lips parted in a soft moan. He likes that. He likes all of that. To be told he's a good boy, to be claimed... that he's pleasing his mate is everything.
The way his body tightens only confirms how much he likes it.