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]

Bishop doesn't owe Jasper anything, and he would tell him as much if said so, he well and truly lo-- enjoys any dynamic that he is given with Bishop. He doesn't consider himself much of anything, but he does usually give the reigns to Bishop. Enjoys that he can trust the other, and knows that he can push as hard as he can and the other will still be there, standing, and--

The grin on his face curls a little more at the princess before he is sliding his knees onto the bed and cocking his head as he watches Bishop stare.

"....cute. C'mere." He pushes the lace out of the way, his cock hard beneath the fabric thanks to Bishop. Just-- Bishop in all of his existence. Jasper is pushing Bishop to his hands and knees with his hand on the back of his neck, gentle for all his previous annoyance.

[l0vemekn0t]

Cute? Bishops eyes narrow a little but he lets it go. Ignore that his ears turn just a tiny shade of pink. It’s fine!

His focus is torn anyway. Sliding from the lace itself to the ‘offering’ that’s being…forced(?) upon him. There’s no resistance from him, however (never would be), as he crawls into place and immediately mouths over him. He’s still painfully hard and if his mouth wasn’t busy he might actually compliment him on this. Though, honestly as rushed as he was to get out of the car he shouldn’t be surprised.

And there’s something about the lace just being moved and not removed that is entirely too arousing. But then Bishop always enjoyed their rushed moments the best.

[fulldark]

Oh, he is going to take notice of that, and file it away for later thank you very much. When Bishop least expects it.

Jasper slides his fingers up along Bishop's neck and into his hair where he tugs lightly as Bishop mouths at the head of his cock. He should perhaps be a little embarrassed that he is still hard, but he would argue that having Bishop in this kind of mood and, well, it's Bishop, is the reason for that. No one can blame him for that at all, thank you.

With a soft groan, Jasper's head tips back and his hips rolls slowly, shallowly, before he is looking down at Bishop with dark eyes. Fuck, he is so lucky to be able to see this.

"Fuck, so pretty like that for me." Jasper sounds awed, reverent almost. And the look on his face mirrors that, even with the darkness that still simmers there.

[l0vemekn0t]

Embarrassment has no home here. There isn’t anything to hide other than their feelings most days. If Bishop is honest with anyone its Jasper (even if that goes against so many things). Sexually - they…

Bishop breathes and swallows more of him every time his hips roll. He isn’t sure Jasper is lucky for this but he’s not in any position to argue. His teeth gently scrape along his length and when Jaspers voice reaches his ears, he looks up at him and—

Well, fuck me….

Illegal.

[fulldark]

That's the eventual plan there, sweetheart.

Jasper groans again, fingers twisting just so in Bishop's hair as a shiver goes through him thanks to those teeth. He is so thankful that he has already come once in the last hour or this would be a lot harder to stay in control the way he wants. There was something intoxicating in getting to see Bishop like this, in having the man who is usually so in control of everything, look up at him with a flush on his face and his cock in his mouth.

"Fuck, you should see yourself right now..." Gorgeous and so completely Jasper's.

There is another curse, hissed out between his teeth before he is pulling himself out of Bishop's mouth, and holding Bishop's hair a little tighter, just to make sure that he doesn't try anything else. Sure, Jasper is stubborn, but he is only human, and he doesn't really want to come in Bishop's mouth right now. Maybe later.

"Hmmm, turn around for me, darling." And don't mind if he smacks your ass a bit while you move, he is weak okay.

[l0vemekn0t]

He’s glad he can’t see himself. He’d probably die of embarrassment. Confidence in things he does? High. In himself? Not that great.

Bishop makes a disappointed growling sound when Jasper pulls out of his mouth. But he understands when the next order comes. The ass smack is appreciated even if the sound he makes is startled. It just doesn’t happen often!

He turns around and looks backwards curiously.

“You’re actually really sweet when you’re bossy…has anyone ever told you that?”

[fulldark]

Well, guess they are just going to have to work on that then. Jasper can think of a few ways that he can build up Bishop's confidence. And he will have to give him more ass smacks, he is always fairly tempted when he sees the other in a suit, guess he is just going to have to give in more.

Jasper rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out as he settles himself behind Bishop. "Shut up..."

It's mumbled, not because Jasper feels self conscious nope not at all. It's completely because he focuses on the ass in front of him and leaving pink and red marks against the unmarked skin.

"...tell me if anything is too much, okay." That is the only warning that Bishop is getting before he is pressing his tongue against him, hands sliding along the curve of his ass as Jasper focuses on trying to take Bishop apart.

[l0vemekn0t]

“You just told me to shut up—“

Forever going to be a pain in Jaspers ass it seems. Even when he’s suddenly groaning under the others attention. That doesn’t happen often enough, he realizes. Jaspers mouth works more magic than he even gets enough credit for.

It’s not all just sass. Nope. Not at all.

His hips roll faintly backwards into that attention and he drops his head onto his forearm.