(Baein is never a surprise. Baein is important. To both of them. Baein is the only one Bishop doesn’t mind having access to Jaspers bed. Well, maybe the weird Barbie but he isn’t entirely sure how deep that Wife thing goes.)

The curses fall on deaf ears; muffled like his head is under water. It’s slow and too fast at the same time. He can feel the others body trembling and it sort of makes him smile against his skin. How could he not?

Bishop pushes a hand through Jaspers hair and continues to move, steady, gradually slowing to let him ride that out. His eyes catch the toy again and as a hazy afterthought he reaches for it so that when he does pull out of him, he can replace himself with the toy. It’s nestled easily back into place and when he finally draws back completely, he’s pulling Jasper with him. Away from the desk and into his lap where he can keep the contact. He needs this part. Probably more than the rest of it.

“I hate that other people have been able to see that,” he murmurs quietly.