Attention Tinkerbell

[l0vemekn0t]

Gifts are a thing Bishop likes to give. But he doesn’t do it often. Who knows really why he got this sudden inspiration but it was there and the recipient was an annoying one. Annoying and one of his favorites. Which made all of this even more annoying.

So what did he do? Made it extra annoying.
The first gift was sent to Jaspers home.
The second gift was left in Jaspers car.
The third was hand delivered by some poor man that would have to walk into the lions den to get it to him.

All of them were put in disgustingly pink boxes.
With black bows.
All without tags.
All without a name.

And then he sent him black roses because that was icing on the cake.

Now, he could get some work done. Namely finding a name, and address, and a schedule.

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[fulldark]

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..."

[l0vemekn0t]

That isn’t how things work anymore.

When he moved from his new spot against the bookcase, he isn’t entirely sure until he’s found himself yanking Jasper off of the desk and has him turned, and flipped, bent over the desk like he wanted, with one arm twisted around behind his back to keep him there.

“Don’t swear to God when you know you’re lying,” Bishop breathes lowly against his ear.

Pushing the others legs further apart with his knee, his free hand reaches down between them and slowly pulls the toy free. He gives it a look over, “Impressive. Now,” he takes a breath and sets the toy down on the desk so he can focus on the silly blond with pink still in his hair, “take it back.”

[fulldark]

Have things ever really worked that way? Jasper can't remember the last time he chose someone else over Bishop. Fuck, he can barely remember the last time he slept with someone else full stop that wasn't Bishop or Baein. Sure, there is still flirting and seducing, but that was for information, for a part of his job, not because he really wanted someone else.

And that thought rattles around in his skull as Bishop expertly manhandles him until he is bent over the table just like he wanted, pressure against his back and an ache in his shoulder where it twists backward. Jasper's breath is punched out of him in a broken moan, head pressing against the wood of the desk as Bishop pulls the toy out and he can feel the heady rush of arousal and adrenaline and--

"Fucking hell, Bishop, you-- ah-" The noise that slips out when he shifts, trying to look back, is rough around the edges, catches on the swell of his lip where he presses his teeth in hard to hold it back. Futile, but he tries."T-take back what, the present?"

Brat? Him? Never.

[l0vemekn0t]

Always.

“You know damn well what I want you to take back,” Bishop sighs and noses behind the others ear, “You came to me. You wouldn’t go anywhere else.” Except to Baein, if he really wanted sex. He might still go to the church for something else.

Maybe he just wants confirmation. To know Jasper…

That’s stupid. He stopped thinking about Jasper being with other people a long time ago. He had to. It drove him crazy otherwise. He’s seen him flirt with many a person. Something he just has to swallow because if not—secrets out.

This fight probably isn’t even worth it, really. He’s here. He’s not actively trying to get away (he would be loose if he actually planned on leaving).

It’s all just word vomit, really.

And there’s no need for normal people foreplay. The toys done as intended so wasting time is pointless. His fingers brush along the others entrance, feelings just inside to make sure there’s enough lube intact to not leave them miserable for being reckless. And then he releases his arm and pushes inside of him in one solid, smooth roll of his hips.

[fulldark]

The words Bishops speaks in his ear, low and so fucking sure, trickle down Jasper's spine like molten gold. He bites back another noise, something soft and wounded, but tips his head to give Bishop more room. Actions and words, he thinks distantly. Though fuck he loves to hear Bishop when he's like this; a little angry, a little possessive, very sure of himself.

Jasper exhales a curse, rests his cheek against the desk, and wriggles (for show) beneath Bishop's hold. "Ah, wouldn't go anywhere else? Me?"

There is more to be said, more lies just to see how Bishop reacts if he will leave more marks on Jasper's skin, more more more more, but then Bishop is pressing his fingers against him, quick and efficient, and Jasper barely has time to raise a brow, question forming on his lips before he is being filled. It knocks a keen from him as his now free hand moves to grip at the desk, back arching and legs shaking because fuck it's so fucking good. So good.

Jasper can't even be mad that Bishop is right, he doesn't go to anyone else anymore. Just Bishop. Just--

"Ah, fuck, Bishop!" He is definitely ruining whatever paperwork is below his head right now with tears and spit, but he doesn't care. Just tries to move to get enough purchase to rock back, and whines against when he can't.

[l0vemekn0t]

The paperwork is fine. Don’t you dare think about the paperwork. (Really he should be more mindful of said paperwork given Jasper is on the other side. But here we are: trust. Besides, it doesn’t effect him anyway.)

And here they’re at the typical crossroads.

Does he want to bruise him up? Smack him around? Pull his hair so hard he feels it later still?

Or does he want to just enjoy the warmth wrapped around him? Does he want to…

Both. The answer is both.

Which is why his hand does come down to slap the others ass once, hard enough that the sting will last. But he covers it with a warm palm, soothing it away as he chooses to run his hands over the others skin like he’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on. When his hand slips into his hair, it’s firm but he doesn’t pull so hard that it hurts. And his mouth leaves biting kisses that leave marks all along the curve of his shoulder; in places that won’t be as noticeable as the the ones Jasper gives him. They’re for him - no one else.

And when he fucks him its deeper than it is fast. Grinding himself into those specific areas he knows keep Jasper trembling like that. This is different than with anyone else, it always has been. Bishop has love for people, one in particular, one that he would absolutely die for if he had to. But Jasper is the endgame he won’t ever speak of.

[fulldark]

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!"

[l0vemekn0t]

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.

[fulldark]

Erosion was a slow but steady process, something that you don't notice at first but eventually the dripdripdrip carves out a space in your bones and the next thing you know you're shaking apart on the desk of a man you're not supposed to like let alone lo-- Fuckfuckfuck. It was never supposed to be like this, but Jasper doesn't know if he can bring himself to care. Not when he has Bishop fucking him so perfectly against the desk, when the feel of the lace on his skin is perfect and he wants the other to know that it really is just him that has frequented Jasper's bed for the last few months.

(And Baein, but he doubts that would surprise Bishop at all.)

Jasper keens as the pace increases and he knows that it's not going to be long at all before he is making a mess of the paperwork all over the desk. Every nerve ending is on fire, lighting him up from the inside out and turning his brain to static except for the way he breathes Bishop's name like a prayer. There is nothing else but the pleasure that he is given and the warmth of Bishop pressed so close against him and--

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, please just-- fuck!" It's the soft words he barely registers, the push and the feeling of being filled so fucking perfectly that has Jasper coming with a shout of a curse. He feels like a livewire as he shakes apart, orgasm seeming to draw itself out as he writhes as much as he can being pinned between Bishop and the desk. Honestly, it's a place he doesn't really want to leave.

[l0vemekn0t]

(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.

[fulldark]

(Please do not ever call Sungki weird Barbie outloud, because Jasper will never let it go and then they might both get killed.)

The trembles ease eventually to something that feels less like he is shaking apart, even with Bishop still moving in him in a way that makes him think if he keeps it up Jasper will get hard again. But then he is pulling out and before Jasper has finished exhaling, Bishop is pressing the plug into him and-- oh. Oh fuck. Jasper makes a strangled noise and turns his head into the desk for a moment to just breathe.

There is no fight left in him, no teases or taunts as Bishop pulls him back and into his lap as he settles in the chair. Jasper has only a moment of hesitation before he is more or less curling himself as small as he can to fit comfortably against Bishop. Thank god the man had expensive furniture or this would never work with Jasper's long limbs dangling over the arm, and his face tucked into Bishop's neck.

The words rumble through him as he sits there, and it takes him a moment to really understand what is being said. He huffs and bites at Bishop's skin, above the collar line of course.

"You're a fucking idiot." And apparently a possessive one too. Jasper pretends he doesn't love that. He gnaws on his lip a moment before, softly: "...you're the only one that sees it now. Well, and Baebae but usually I'm fucking him so..."

That makes it different? Maybe? Fuck, that orgasm might have shorted out some parts of his brain.

[l0vemekn0t]

(He would never.)

Possessive? Yes. But you have to be when you know you need to protect people. Things. Ah, none of that matter right now because Jasper is doing that thing where he goes a little soft against him. Where there are teeth but they’re gentler…

Somehow he’s content in this position in the chair. He’d prefer their bed. His bed. He sighs at the conflict against and just noses in against his hair, staring off at something in the bookcase without really even seeing it.

But—

“Really?” Bishop trusts the things Jasper says. Which would have been stupid in the beginning but now it’s just…what it is. It’s normal. He reaches a hand up to cradle his cheek, pinky tipping his chin up to look at him properly, “Bae is usually the fuck-ee, that’s true,” he smiles, but before that can sidetrack the conversation he’s stealing another kiss. Or four.

“Maybe I am, because that made me shockingly happy to hear.”

[fulldark]

Honesty was not always the best policy, especially in their line of work, but Jasper found that he was usually terribly honest with Bishop. More than he should be. Maybe he was a liability, maybe he was an idiot, but he was pretty sure this wasn't a long con, and, well, Bae trusted him so--

Jasper sighs, something soft and thin before he moves his head along with Bishop's movement. He doesn't fight, doesn't struggle or put up walls and fences and barbs, just is for once. It's harder to do than he expects, and he wants to take the out given to him through mention of Baein but then he is being kissed and he is chasing Bishop's lips with a soft whine when he pulls away to speak again.

"You are. Absolutely fucking stupid, but--" Jasper sighs, eyes fluttering closed as he leans into Bishop's hand on his cheek. There might be a ghost of a smile there, one that Bishop can feel more than see. "I like that about you."

I like you. But he can't quite say it. Not yet.

And because he can never leave quite enough alone: "Your dick game is also a selling point. And your taste in lace."

Ah yes, he is now grinning mischievously at you Bishop.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop has probably been the most vulnerable when it came to them. He’s always had a hard time keeping his walls up. His eyes betray him some times. He truly is the idiot Jasper claims him to be. He knows that.

And right now, he knows his face is broadcasting betrayal in HD.

“You’re so weird,” he sighs. What the hell was this today? Why did he feel so…

Why was all of this so…

“I’m tired.”

Stupid.

[fulldark]

Slowly Jasper is learning not to look Bishop in the eye at times like this, when he does something stupid when he should be soft and he knows it. When the look on Bishop's face feels like pressing a bruise he swears has healed already. But he still catches it, even as he tucks his face into Bishop's neck and noses against his pulse point.

Stupid.

Stupid stupidstupidstu--

"Mmmm, should I be carrying you to the car to drive us home?" He doesn't think about the implication, nope. Twists his fingers in Bishop's hair, helping it curl a little more. "Or should I call a driver for us?"

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop scoffs quietly, “I can walk, thank you. I said I’m tired, not incapable.” They’ve have full blown fights when he was more tired than he is now. And to be fair, Bishop is always tired. He barely sleeps at this point.

He leans a little into that nosing, but then takes a breath and looks at his watch for the time. He could clock out (ha, clock out. Do they ever really clock out?) now and it would be fine. He can do everything he does in the office, in his bedroom.

Twisting the chair back and forth he smirks down at the other, “You should put more of the pink in your hair.” And with that he paddles his ass with his hand a few times, up you go. He scoops up the lace bottoms and dangles them on a finger for him.

[fulldark]

"Hmmm, never know with you." There is a teasing smirk to his lips there, something that wants to make mention of the few years between them, like it matters. "Still, if we call a driver I can blow you in the car. "

Nonchalantly said as he stands up and makes a face, the plug shifting inside him, along with Bishop's come. It's not uncomfortable just-- new. With a huff he snatches the panties from Bishop and pulls them on with a little snap against his hips. Yeah, he will definitely have bruises there later. Perfect.

"More pink huh? You like the pink then? I was going to try some of that hair tinsel you can get too." He hums, picking up his shirt. Well there was no salvaging that. Oh well. His pants are at least in once piece. He tugs them up and moves back into Bishop's space, still soft around the edges, and kisses him slowly.

[l0vemekn0t]

“You can blow me when we get home,” Bishop snorts quietly. They’ve had plenty of car rendezvous and while they’re fantastic, there has to be a certain rush for it to be as enjoyable as you want it to be.

He watches him stand, and almost laughs as his expression changes, which causes his gaze to slide along Jaspers hips to where the toy is nestled again. With its extras. He does like his Jaspers cream filled.

But while he’s busy, Bishop gets himself straightened up, too.

“I like the pink on you,” he admits. That has never been an issue. Ever. He pulls a drawer open and pulls out an extra shirt he has tucked in there and hands it to him before his brain slows down into the kiss. He nips him affectionately and murmurs, “the tinsel would be pretty.”

[fulldark]

Home. Well that does send a stupid fuzzy feeling down his spine that Jasper will most assuredly be blaming on the orgasm he just had and not anything else thank you very much. There is a huff as he gets dress, gets comfortable before the shirt is pulled out.

"Hey, pink looks great on almost everyone. I think you look stunning in pink." Or would, if he ever wore it and it wasn't just Jasper pulling up a pink blanket over him once in a while. "Hmmm, I'll try it out then. Don't think it lasts long though."

Especially not if Bishop gets his hands in his hair like that s often as Jasper likes. The nip makes Jasper hum, has him winding his arms around Bishop's shoulders and pressing closer. Yeah, okay, maybe-- maybe he likes this. He smiles, boyish and soft as he pulls back and tugs the shirt on, uncaring of how it looks a little too big in the shoulders.

"We should pick up something to eat too, how do you feel about Greek food..."

[l0vemekn0t]

It looks good on Jasper, it looks good on Sungki, it looks good on Bae the few times he’s seen him in it. The idea of Daeshim, or him or Ward in pink, however makes him want to just blot it out of his memory.

No offense.

Bishop will stick to the pink blankets that Jasper has weaseled into his place or the ones he’s found himself nestled into at Jaspers.

The boyish smile makes him happy. It means Jasper is relaxed. More than usual. And he steals one more kiss before he gives him the space to finish getting dressed. He takes that moment to pack everything away and tuck important things into his case to bring home with him.

“As long as its from a truck,” he says, “it tastes better than the restaurant crap.”

[fulldark]

Jasper is of the opinion that you and your brother (and unfortunately, Daeshim too) would look good in anything that you put on no matter the colour or cut. But perhaps he is a little bit biased. Teeny bit.

The kiss makes the smile linger a little longer, until Jasper is pulling out his phone (a garish sparkly pink thing, with charms attached) to scroll through the nearest food trucks near them. He snorts and raises a brow at Bishop as if to say 'really?'.

"Duh." He eyes the briefcase a little. "Hope you don't plan on doing too much work either."

The look on his face says that he has plans for you, thank you.

[l0vemekn0t]

Fair. They all have their things.

Bishop pointedly ignores that look and locks things up before he pauses and follows Jaspers eyes to the briefcase then back, “No. Some things are just safer close by.” He gives Jasper a full look over at that. He also means you.

But he does like plans when he doesn’t have to make them.

And soon he’s ushering him out.

[fulldark]

Huh that-- was more trust put in him than he thought he would get out of Bishop. It has the smile flickering again, even if he doesn't quite catch that he is included in that idea. That just seems strange to him, considering how he and Sungki clawed their way up, bloody and brutal, to the top.

Well, and perhaps with a little help from his tech skills and Sungki's memory, but still.

"Fair enough." He hums and turns his attention back to looking for food, leaning into Bishop and trusting him to guide him out of the office without running into a plant or a door or something. "Dolmadakia? This place does them with spicy lamb."

[l0vemekn0t]

Don’t speak so fast. He almost does let him walk into the door, but he thinks better of it at the last second and pulls him out of the way. See? Affection. Care.

“Mm…yeah, that works,” he nods and fishes for the keys in his pocket, “You want to drive?”

[fulldark]

Rude. And here he was going to be nice to you or something.

Jasper makes a noncommittal noise, typing away on his phone before: "Huh? Oh sure, yeah."

He holds his hands out for the keys and blinks a few times, faint crease between his brows as he looks at Bishop. "You really that tired?"