Bishop would never hurt Sawyer, he knows that for a fact, but he can’t deny the effect those little noises he makes has on the primal side of his brain. He paws at him, curling his fingers to fully feel the others lean little body where it’s pressed against his own.

He smells good enough to eat and as he listens to him explain, he humors himself by spreading little nipping kisses over his neck and shoulder. Fabric is tugged aside and his taste floods his mouth but he finds himself pausing, heart pounding for two separate reasons.

He knows what’s happening, he knows what Sawyer wants, and he wants to give it to him. All of it. But there’s a pained portion of his heart that remembers losing a pup, remembers trying again…

“You…want that?”