Before, Jasper might have thought to test the limit of just how far Bishop was willing to go, how hurt he would let Jasper get, but it is so very different now. Now and here where Jasper finds himself being needy, finds himself trying to touch as much of Bishop as he can until the other is pressing against the toy and making him shake.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Bishop--" There is a ghost of a please just barely on his lips as Bishop leave a trail of fire on his skin and Jasper can feel how his cock twitches against his stomach, how his muscles flex and toes curl, the pleasure building in a delicious rhythm.
And then Bishop fucking stops with a kiss before he is sitting back in his chair and Jasper whines. If looks could kill, Bishop would be bleeding out in that chair where he sits once Jasper musters up the energy to look up, chest rising and falling as he glowers at that stupidly infuriatingly attractive face. Fuck. He doesn't even know what Bishop is asking him right now.
"What is wha-- oh my fucking. I can't fucking believe--" He doesn't care that this is your office, that he is naked from the waist down and hard and looking half way to fucked out, he uses his long (still lace clad) legs to kick at the chair between Bishop's open legs, sending him back into the bookcase. He then sits himself up, propped on his arms despite the shake in them. "If you don't fuck me, I will go out there and find someone else who can." No he won't. "I swear to fucking god..."
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Date: 2023-08-08 08:58 pm (UTC)"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Bishop--" There is a ghost of a please just barely on his lips as Bishop leave a trail of fire on his skin and Jasper can feel how his cock twitches against his stomach, how his muscles flex and toes curl, the pleasure building in a delicious rhythm.
And then Bishop fucking stops with a kiss before he is sitting back in his chair and Jasper whines. If looks could kill, Bishop would be bleeding out in that chair where he sits once Jasper musters up the energy to look up, chest rising and falling as he glowers at that stupidly infuriatingly attractive face. Fuck. He doesn't even know what Bishop is asking him right now.
"What is wha-- oh my fucking. I can't fucking believe--" He doesn't care that this is your office, that he is naked from the waist down and hard and looking half way to fucked out, he uses his long (still lace clad) legs to kick at the chair between Bishop's open legs, sending him back into the bookcase. He then sits himself up, propped on his arms despite the shake in them. "If you don't fuck me, I will go out there and find someone else who can." No he won't. "I swear to fucking god..."