Bishop almost purrs at the sound of that growl which is ironic given their titles. But still. His hair is tugged and when he meets Jaspers eyes there’s mirth there. He hears you, don’t worry.

But he does give the toy one more little push before he pulls his hand free, fingers wiggling as some sort of sign that he’s obeying.

But he’s torn as he gets back to work, pulling more of him into his throat. Enough to where when he groans it vibrates thoroughly over all those sensitive nerves. Does he try and get him there quickly or does he draw it out?

He kind of likes Jasper when he’s sexually frustrated. When he gets controlling and demanding.

He has time to think about it, though. For now he’s savoring all of it. All of him.