Bishop would hurt Jasper. Would allow Jasper to get hurt. But there’s a limit. And the limit is a lot shorter when they’re alone like this. His fuse is a lot longer here, too.

He likes the way he pulls at him; the sensation of his hands in his hair, wrapped around him. He likes the little sighs and the way his body shivers just so. His fingers reach down to tease between the others legs, against the toy lodged inside of him, rocking it this way and that as he continues to kiss him. Biting. Licking. And he smiles a bit breathlessly as he looks down into that face that so many want and can’t have. He shouldn’t. But here they are. Making stupid promises, breathing the same air, tempting the same fate.

“And it’s taken you this long?” He sounds baffled, amused, disappointed all at once. But there’s another kiss and he’s breaking away to sit back down in his chair and he pushes his legs further apart, “So what is it hm?”