Maybe I just like all the noises you make - oh, what wonderful compliment that is. Geralt likes things like his noises and his smell, things that Jaskier can't wash and make pretty - well, he can exaggerate the noises a bit, but he usually doesn't. It's not like he needs to (well, games likes his little mating call a moment earlier aside) when his witcher always takes such good care of his needs. No, Geralt likes the very core of him, his natural state, no need to put perfume and a bow on them. Just... raw Jaskier. There can't be a purer love than that.
It's also kind of ironic considering all those times he asked for blessed silence through the years - oh, how far they've come. Part of Jaskier wants to tease him for it, but Geralt is making an effort here and he knows that reminding him of the mean words in their past may not always end well. It's not like Jaskier will ever let him forget, teasing him for his twenty-two years of tsundere will always be a thing... just not today. Gotta make sure Geralt can receive the joke well instead of feeling like shit for it, and can't risk this perfect moment.
So instead, he just chuckles and gives Geralt another face-splitting grin. "I'll make all kinds of noises for you, my dear. It's not a hardship - you're so good at getting them out of me after all~"
And most importantly, being allowed to get noisy and getting to be heard is great for his ego. Obviously.
Rinsing comes next, and Jaskier keeps his promise, humming in delight at the feel of the warm water, the wonderful mix of lavender and mint, and Geralt's fingers kindly getting rid of any leftover shampoo on his hair. Add to that a frustrated groan when there's a knock at their door - ok, sure, it's the food, and he is hungry, but the loss of the witcher's hands on him is sinful, alright. This is his birthday and he's being spoiled, so he's gonna be bratty if he wants, thank you very much.
Geralt puts own the tray on a stool next to the tub, flexing all those amazing muscles when he bends over, and Jaskier gets an idea. After wine is poured, he grabs his glass... and Geralt's as well before moving back to rest against the side of the tub that touches the wall.
"Wine is only available to any naked beauties in the bathtub." He winks. "Join me already, love. I am soooo tired, I may need help getting that food in my mouth."
Yes, he's asking to be fed. This is what happens when he is allowed to play pillow princess, he's going to take advantage of it to get all that attention he craves.
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It's also kind of ironic considering all those times he asked for blessed silence through the years - oh, how far they've come. Part of Jaskier wants to tease him for it, but Geralt is making an effort here and he knows that reminding him of the mean words in their past may not always end well. It's not like Jaskier will ever let him forget, teasing him for his twenty-two years of tsundere will always be a thing... just not today. Gotta make sure Geralt can receive the joke well instead of feeling like shit for it, and can't risk this perfect moment.
So instead, he just chuckles and gives Geralt another face-splitting grin. "I'll make all kinds of noises for you, my dear. It's not a hardship - you're so good at getting them out of me after all~"
And most importantly, being allowed to get noisy and getting to be heard is great for his ego. Obviously.
Rinsing comes next, and Jaskier keeps his promise, humming in delight at the feel of the warm water, the wonderful mix of lavender and mint, and Geralt's fingers kindly getting rid of any leftover shampoo on his hair. Add to that a frustrated groan when there's a knock at their door - ok, sure, it's the food, and he is hungry, but the loss of the witcher's hands on him is sinful, alright. This is his birthday and he's being spoiled, so he's gonna be bratty if he wants, thank you very much.
Geralt puts own the tray on a stool next to the tub, flexing all those amazing muscles when he bends over, and Jaskier gets an idea. After wine is poured, he grabs his glass... and Geralt's as well before moving back to rest against the side of the tub that touches the wall.
"Wine is only available to any naked beauties in the bathtub." He winks. "Join me already, love. I am soooo tired, I may need help getting that food in my mouth."
Yes, he's asking to be fed. This is what happens when he is allowed to play pillow princess, he's going to take advantage of it to get all that attention he craves.