This was probably a bad idea. Every other time they’ve been together he hasn’t allowed himself to knit out of fear that he’d hurt Sawyer or something.
But now, maybe his brain was using the bite as an excuse. If he was one of him then maybe it would be okay. But if he was one of him it also meant…
Nothing yet. But the probability was higher.
Bishop feels Sawyers body tremble and jerk and it pulls on him just enough to grab a softer growl from his throat. He presses against him a bit more heavily and slowly releases his bite to lick away the blood from the wound. He would heal faster this way, too. There was a small comfort found in that knowing.
“Stay still,” he murmurs and noses into the back of Sawyers hair as he slides one hand away from the sheets to hold onto the others hip, massaging his hip bone with his thumb.
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But now, maybe his brain was using the bite as an excuse. If he was one of him then maybe it would be okay. But if he was one of him it also meant…
Nothing yet. But the probability was higher.
Bishop feels Sawyers body tremble and jerk and it pulls on him just enough to grab a softer growl from his throat. He presses against him a bit more heavily and slowly releases his bite to lick away the blood from the wound. He would heal faster this way, too. There was a small comfort found in that knowing.
“Stay still,” he murmurs and noses into the back of Sawyers hair as he slides one hand away from the sheets to hold onto the others hip, massaging his hip bone with his thumb.