Knowledge was the thing that Jasper prided himself on having a lot of; knowledge of people and how they respond, how they bleed, how they break, knowledge of what weapons are the best for what job, knowledge of motives and interests and connections, knowledge of the exact right angle to to arch and pout to distract. It is what keeps him and his alive after all, if he can't figure out how someone is going to react to a threat, or where everyone's weaknesses are, then he would make a really terrible boss. Or a dead one, probably a dead one.
He isn't being cocky when he says he usually knows what people are going to do before they do themselves, it's what he's good at.
So to say that the gifts that make their way to his doorstep (and driver's seat), dressed in pink and black, surprise him is all the more poignant. It's a little bit like being stunned by a hit to the head, Jasper thinks as he unties the black ribbon to open the first gift. He knows who it's from, the black gives it away, and the sight of the expensive lace before him has Jasper barking out a sharp laugh in the confines of his room (sure sure, he should have had someone go over the thing before he opened it to check but-- but Jasper knew and maybe he's a fucking idiot but he trusts Bishop, wouldn't keep ending up in his orbit otherwise). The second gift, left perched atop his bike, has him all but purring in satisfaction, grin sly and dark as he tucks the blades away alongside the others on his person as he heads out for a small job.
The third gift and the roses just-- well perhaps baffle isn't the right word, but it's a near thing. Jasper ends up settling against his sheets (pink silk, of course) with the lace on his person, hair twisted up with the pin, and the edge of one of the blades pressed against his lips. It's a perfect shot, angled just so that enough skin is on display (sans glitter, for once), but still teasing. He sends it to Bishop without anything else.
He will also show up at Bishop's place twenty minutes later, lace still peeking from loose trousers and his open white shirt. Jasper snaps the fan shut and kicks the door to Bishop's office closed before he stalks towards him, moving the chair back and pushing his thighs open so that Jasper can settle himself on the floor between them. He's going to make quick work of your belt there, Bishop.
"Don't stop on my account, wrap up whatever you're doing there, sweetheart, you're busy for the rest of the evening." And that's all he gets before he is pulling Bishop's cock out of his pants and swallowing around him with a soft hum.
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Date: 2023-08-04 05:16 pm (UTC)He isn't being cocky when he says he usually knows what people are going to do before they do themselves, it's what he's good at.
So to say that the gifts that make their way to his doorstep (and driver's seat), dressed in pink and black, surprise him is all the more poignant. It's a little bit like being stunned by a hit to the head, Jasper thinks as he unties the black ribbon to open the first gift. He knows who it's from, the black gives it away, and the sight of the expensive lace before him has Jasper barking out a sharp laugh in the confines of his room (sure sure, he should have had someone go over the thing before he opened it to check but-- but Jasper knew and maybe he's a fucking idiot but he trusts Bishop, wouldn't keep ending up in his orbit otherwise). The second gift, left perched atop his bike, has him all but purring in satisfaction, grin sly and dark as he tucks the blades away alongside the others on his person as he heads out for a small job.
The third gift and the roses just-- well perhaps baffle isn't the right word, but it's a near thing. Jasper ends up settling against his sheets (pink silk, of course) with the lace on his person, hair twisted up with the pin, and the edge of one of the blades pressed against his lips. It's a perfect shot, angled just so that enough skin is on display (sans glitter, for once), but still teasing. He sends it to Bishop without anything else.
He will also show up at Bishop's place twenty minutes later, lace still peeking from loose trousers and his open white shirt. Jasper snaps the fan shut and kicks the door to Bishop's office closed before he stalks towards him, moving the chair back and pushing his thighs open so that Jasper can settle himself on the floor between them. He's going to make quick work of your belt there, Bishop.
"Don't stop on my account, wrap up whatever you're doing there, sweetheart, you're busy for the rest of the evening." And that's all he gets before he is pulling Bishop's cock out of his pants and swallowing around him with a soft hum.