There is a thought somewhere in the back of Jasper's mind that reminds him that this means something; whether that means he has to get back at Bishop in some way or that perhaps the way his heart trips over itself at the thought of Bishop getting his size right is going to have to wait until he is not so focused on the man in question.

Or you know it could wait until forever, Jasper likes that idea too.

The floor is hard where it digs into his knees, but Bishop's pants are soft beneath his fingers as he presses a little harder at the statement. Liked them. Would he be here now if he didn't? (Don't answer that.) With a roll of his eyes, Jasper confirms it by hollowing his cheeks a little, relaxing his jaw a little more to take Bishop down even further, throat constricting and his breathing stuttering.

Fuck, he does enjoy this. Even more when Bishop is touching his hair and giving him such soft low compliments. Yeah, he will hum a little at that, eyes dropping a little as he focuses on not choking.