Death was always something that lingered outside their peripheral; a constant, something to count on. Jasper knew he was going to die, and probably sooner rather than later, but he feels like he would rather it be Bishop's hands than anyone else's. And that thought will linger with him long after the ache in his muscles from this little encounter, bruising him from the inside out.
The twitch of Bishop's hips make him smirk, has him wriggling a little more to get a bit more friction even as the pants come off. The smirk falters though as he is lifted and fuckfuckfuck he shouldn't find that hot, shouldn't hope for the press of Bishop's fingers against him to leave bruises. "Ah, perhaps. But I did have a stop to make on the way, and it wasn't the best idea for me to be in something too conspicuous."
Perhaps he had more to say, about where he went and how he might feel strange letting other people see him in something given to him by Bishop, but then he is being kissed like the world is ending and he forgets all about that. When the kiss breaks, Jasper doesn't even try to hide how worked up he is, leaning back on the desk and huffing out a noise as he almost preens beneath the look.
"Bit of both, like that you know, but--" He shrugs, because maybe that is enough for Bishop to understand. It's unnerving but also reassuring, and it's a bit of a reminder that he is in over his head. He doesn't want to remember that for now, so he's gonna hook a long leg around Bishop's hips and pull him in, one hand going to his tie to pull him down for another demanding kiss.
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Date: 2023-08-05 09:30 pm (UTC)The twitch of Bishop's hips make him smirk, has him wriggling a little more to get a bit more friction even as the pants come off. The smirk falters though as he is lifted and fuckfuckfuck he shouldn't find that hot, shouldn't hope for the press of Bishop's fingers against him to leave bruises. "Ah, perhaps. But I did have a stop to make on the way, and it wasn't the best idea for me to be in something too conspicuous."
Perhaps he had more to say, about where he went and how he might feel strange letting other people see him in something given to him by Bishop, but then he is being kissed like the world is ending and he forgets all about that. When the kiss breaks, Jasper doesn't even try to hide how worked up he is, leaning back on the desk and huffing out a noise as he almost preens beneath the look.
"Bit of both, like that you know, but--" He shrugs, because maybe that is enough for Bishop to understand. It's unnerving but also reassuring, and it's a bit of a reminder that he is in over his head. He doesn't want to remember that for now, so he's gonna hook a long leg around Bishop's hips and pull him in, one hand going to his tie to pull him down for another demanding kiss.