That sight is lewd... Sawyer should be disgusted but it just makes him whimper, lifting his hips. His fingers grasping at the bedding. He stares at him, eyes wide as he takes in the smirk and then he's moved again, the other's strong hands flipping him over before he can even process what's happening. He feels the pillow sliding under his hips and he squirms, his smaller cock rubbing against it.

There's nothing that could have prepared him for the other's tongue pressing against him after parting his cheeks. He cries out, jerking forward. He's so sensitive there right now, he sucks in a harsh breath as his fingers grab onto the blanket in a fistful now.

"P...please," Sawyer forces out and it's a struggle to say a single word.