Sawyer whimpers as the other's hips roll against his thigh and the fabric of his jeans is rough against his soft skin and leaves him wanting more. He feels a strange wet sensation that he doesn't really understand and he squirms beneath him, his hips arching. The word 'mine' is like the finest aphrodisiac to him right then. He doesn't even feel capable of speech.

Instead, Sawyer makes soft noises, begging noises, reaching to grab at the other and try and pull him closer. He feels more wetness and he squirms, not even able to focus enough to wonder what it is.