Half finished sentences. Sentiments. That’s what they have every day. And every day it gets closer and closer to the dam just breaking and everything rushing out at once to drown them - for better or worse.
Bishop isn’t so much playing him as reading him; they’ve done this long enough that his body knows what every tremor means. Every panted breath, curse is a cue. And they’re never so far out of sync that he doesn’t understand it, that he doesn’t ride the ride right there with him. Not two paces ahead or behind. With him.
But he would be lying if his heart didn’t just stutter. Those words… that word: Just. Just him. Just…
Heat coils low in his belly, leaves his cock throbbing almost painfully inside of him, aching for a release that it seems only he can give him anymore. His pace picks up then, driving them both towards the cliff where its sink or swim.
“It’s just you, too,” he whispers so quietly he doubts Jasper will even hear it and moments later he’s rocking harder, pushing him a little more against that paperwork as he fills him up. The pleasure of it is heavy and thick and his throat tightens around a series of heated groans.
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Date: 2023-08-09 12:32 am (UTC)Bishop isn’t so much playing him as reading him; they’ve done this long enough that his body knows what every tremor means. Every panted breath, curse is a cue. And they’re never so far out of sync that he doesn’t understand it, that he doesn’t ride the ride right there with him. Not two paces ahead or behind. With him.
But he would be lying if his heart didn’t just stutter. Those words… that word: Just. Just him. Just…
Heat coils low in his belly, leaves his cock throbbing almost painfully inside of him, aching for a release that it seems only he can give him anymore. His pace picks up then, driving them both towards the cliff where its sink or swim.
“It’s just you, too,” he whispers so quietly he doubts Jasper will even hear it and moments later he’s rocking harder, pushing him a little more against that paperwork as he fills him up. The pleasure of it is heavy and thick and his throat tightens around a series of heated groans.