Sawyer nearly feels like he could come again as the other fills him with his come. He holds tightly to him as their foreheads press together. His breathing is ragged and his body tightening, milking around the other's cock. His entire body is shaking, thighs trembling on either side of the other's hips.

Everything is so tender and oversensitive and yet he still couldn't get enough, clinging to him, his mind focused on how full he is with the other's seed, with the way the other has knotted him -- though he still doesn't have a word for that fullness the other is giving him.

"Bishop," he mewls softly, fingers digging into his back as he holds on tightly to him.