Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid-- and Jasper knows that it is, but he just keeps doing it. Keeps coming back and keeps wanting to come back even when there is that lingering feeling of dread that follows. But it isn't dread that makes Jasper moan into Bishop's mouth, isn't guilt that makes hims shiver and arch into him as he wraps himself closeclosercloser as he licks into his mouth; it's just desire.

"Hn, got a present for you too." He speaks softly, smirk on his face as he tips his head to the side and leans back again. His lips are bruised and eyes dark, but he still looks mischievous. Still looks ready to tease Bishop or kiss him breathless again in equal measure. Might even manage both at the same time if he tries hard enough. Which he will.

Later.

Now he is moving to give Bishop more room to touch him, to admire the fine lace that the gifted to Jasper. It does fit perfectly, and Jasper is impressed and annoyed about it, but if it keeps Bishop touching him like this....

"You've got--hn, good taste. I'm impressed."