Geralt may not be removing his shirt to entice, but it happens anyway. After wetting his face, Jaskier rests his chin on the edge of the tub and licks his lips while enjoying the view. His boyfriend's body has changed a bit since they made it to this realm, but not in a bad way - as sexy as those marked abs could be, Jaskier's chest swells with pride and glee when thinking about Geralt having a safer, healthier life. This is what he deserves, full meals and having time to play with his dogs. Besides, it's not like it's affected how fucking good Geralt looks. Taking away an inch or two of muscle from his mighty body is like taking a glass of water out of the ocean.
He's still the most handsome man Jaskier has ever met and, horny as usual, he can't wait to put his hands on him again. But strangely enough, Mr Bath Addict doesn't take the rest of his clothes off. In fact, he's sitting behind him, but not in the actual water. The spot that usually belongs to Jaskier. Huh.
"Geralt? What's the pro--" His sentence and his attempt to turn around are interrupted by the oily hands on his neck, massaging away the tiredness. Jaskier can't stop the little groan that leaves his lips, more sincere this time. "Ooooh fuck. That feels heavenly, my dear, please don't stop."
So it's not just the beauty products - the other part of his gift is Geralt returning the favor and doing the pampering for once. The smile currently attempting to split his face in two says how much Jaskier appreciates it - he would be vibrating with excitement about the whole deal if it wasn't for the fact Geralt's massage is turning him into jelly, incapable of doing more than sighing and resting his head against that thick bicep next to his ear.
...and ok, maybe he can drop a little kiss there too. Not many muscles are required to move to do that. He loves this man so fucking much, and as it happened back when the witcher powers came back, Jaskier can't stop thinking if this isn't love, then what is it?. Because he's willing to be big money certain crazy witch never got a freaking massage.
When Geralt reaches his hands (probably the part of his body Jaskier uses the most after his mouth - not Geralt, not his cock!) his whole body shudders and finishes slumping against the back of the tub and any amount of witcher skin he can reach.
"Fuck, Geralt. Is there anything your mighty hands can't do? I could get used to this..." And then, Jaskier being Jaskier, needs to express how much he's feeling through poetry. "I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all."
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He's still the most handsome man Jaskier has ever met and, horny as usual, he can't wait to put his hands on him again. But strangely enough, Mr Bath Addict doesn't take the rest of his clothes off. In fact, he's sitting behind him, but not in the actual water. The spot that usually belongs to Jaskier. Huh.
"Geralt? What's the pro--" His sentence and his attempt to turn around are interrupted by the oily hands on his neck, massaging away the tiredness. Jaskier can't stop the little groan that leaves his lips, more sincere this time. "Ooooh fuck. That feels heavenly, my dear, please don't stop."
So it's not just the beauty products - the other part of his gift is Geralt returning the favor and doing the pampering for once. The smile currently attempting to split his face in two says how much Jaskier appreciates it - he would be vibrating with excitement about the whole deal if it wasn't for the fact Geralt's massage is turning him into jelly, incapable of doing more than sighing and resting his head against that thick bicep next to his ear.
...and ok, maybe he can drop a little kiss there too. Not many muscles are required to move to do that. He loves this man so fucking much, and as it happened back when the witcher powers came back, Jaskier can't stop thinking if this isn't love, then what is it?. Because he's willing to be big money certain crazy witch never got a freaking massage.
When Geralt reaches his hands (probably the part of his body Jaskier uses the most after his mouth - not Geralt, not his cock!) his whole body shudders and finishes slumping against the back of the tub and any amount of witcher skin he can reach.
"Fuck, Geralt. Is there anything your mighty hands can't do? I could get used to this..." And then, Jaskier being Jaskier, needs to express how much he's feeling through poetry. "I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all."