Trust is what has Jasper letting this happen, is what has him wearing the gifts that Bishop gave to him, has him more than willing to hand the other blades without fear. Trust and something rooted in his chest, twisting and twining around his ribs until every stuttered inhale that Jasper takes is filled with BishopBishopBishop.
And for once, Jasper doesn't fight it.
He moans out Bishop's name as the sting seeps into the skin of his ass, chokes on a moan of more when Bishop leaves marks over his neck and tugs his hair. Goes pliant and willing when Bishop snaps his hips hard and deep and--
"Bi--fuck, oh fuck, please. Right there, right there--" The way Bishop can play him so fucking perfectly has his eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds almost embarrassingly rapidly. If he could be embarrassed now. He is too pleasure drunk for that, and for his usual filter. "Just-- you. It's just you that I-- fuck!"
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Date: 2023-08-09 12:13 am (UTC)And for once, Jasper doesn't fight it.
He moans out Bishop's name as the sting seeps into the skin of his ass, chokes on a moan of more when Bishop leaves marks over his neck and tugs his hair. Goes pliant and willing when Bishop snaps his hips hard and deep and--
"Bi--fuck, oh fuck, please. Right there, right there--" The way Bishop can play him so fucking perfectly has his eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds almost embarrassingly rapidly. If he could be embarrassed now. He is too pleasure drunk for that, and for his usual filter. "Just-- you. It's just you that I-- fuck!"