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Hm.

[Silence. In the background, a faint, admonishing Geralt! can be heard.]

Call the bard.

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One of the good things about Jaskier's unstoppable mouth is that Geralt never has to guess if he's enjoying something or not-- he will be told, at length, whether he likes it or not. In this case, he's enjoying Geralt's attentions very much indeed, making lovely little noises as his muscles loosen up underneath the witcher's hands. Jaskier's done this exact sort of thing enough times for him to know that his effusive praise isn't all theatrics; there is a particular sort of pleasure that comes from forcing a tight muscle to loosen.

The bard is fully limp by the time he's gotten to his hands, his weight borne both by the tub and Geralt's chest. He lingers there for a while, just for the simple sake of it, while Jaskier lets his mouth wax poetic.

Is there anything your mighty hands can't do, he asks, and Geralt makes a low, half-amused little hum.

"Shit at whittling," he says, and, now that the oil has been fully absorbed into Jaskier's skin, lets go of his hands.

He reaches for the bard's preferred shampoo-- why he has so many of them, Geralt will never understand. Soap is soap, after all, and it'll clean bodies, hair, clothes, whatever you put it on. But Jaskier is particular and Geralt doesn't want to argue about it, so fancy hair soap it is.

"Dunk your head," he says, and squeezes some of the fragrant stuff into his palm.

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A half-amused little hum is a huge reaction coming from Geralt and music for Jaskier's ears. It always is, but on this particular occasion, it matters even more: he can't look at the witcher and read his body language to know what he's really thinking. That little hum? Tells him Geralt is in a good mood, that he's enjoying this moment they're having, that he isn't pushing through it for the sake of a birthday gift.

This conclusion is supported by the joke that comes next, Geralt's good old dry humor that he adores so much - when it isn't used being against him anyway. Jaskier laughs, loud and brightly, because it's funny, but also because he simply feels relaxed and content.

This is, without a doubt, the best birthday he's ever had.

He has a comeback for that little quip, but then Geralt asks him to dunk and Jaskier only gasps in both surprise and excitement before doing as asked. So it isn't only a massage, it's the full spa treatment - Geralt truly is spoiling him. Which is funny as hell, considering how much the witcher likes to make fun of him for being a spoiled brat.

When he comes back up, he doesn't hesitate to throw his head back to look at Geralt with adoration in his eyes and a grin splitting his face. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now.

"Do you-- ah." He interrupts himself when Geralt's fingers are buried in his hair, because that feels so fucking good. The witcher has always been meticulous about his goals, and this seems to be no exception. Being at the center of Geralt's intense attention is like being looked at by the fucking sun, and Jaskier will happily burn with it.

After making some more noises to show how much he's enjoying this, he tries again. "Do you understand now why I enjoy pampering you so much?"

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The bard is all too happy to do whatever Geralt tells him to, and he really wishes that Jaskier would have been this compliant on literally any of the hunts he tagged along on. Would it have killed him to have paid attention to the warnings that Geralt gave him? He didn't tell Jaskier all of those things for his own damn health, he said it so that Jaskier wouldn't bumble his way to his death. And for what? A song? No song is worth a dead bard.

But that's a rant for another day. Right now, Jaskier is safe and happy, gazing up at him with an adoration that he rarely sees on anyone else. He almost wishes that he still had his proper sense of smell, just so that he'd be able to breathe in the honey-sweet chamomile scent of him, bright with his happiness. Instead, he must content himself with Jaskier's wide grin and the way he tilts his head into the motions of Geralt's hands, like how cats will sometimes demand to be pet. The little noises that he makes when Geralt rubs at his scalp, or when he runs his nails lightly through his hair.

"Hm," he says and presses his thumbs into the base of Jaskier's skull, right at the little divots near where the neck connects, and rubs there. "Maybe I just like all the noises you make."

Jaskier's always been more vocal than Geralt. Maybe he just likes listening to the bard moan and sigh about everything that he does. Maybe he thinks that the little sounds he makes when he's pleased are prettier than all his ballads and poems put together.

Once he's thoroughly soaped, Geralt tips the bard's head back and uses a shallow bowl to pour water over his hair, rinsing it with water that now smells faintly of mint from his bathbomb. It complements the lavender of his soaps and the massage oil nicely, which is half the reason why Geralt bought them-- if he's going to sit here in a perfumed sauna, he might as well sit in one that won't give him a headache.

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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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Geralt retrieves their dinner, a wide variety of the kind of seafood dishes that Jaskier prefers-- oysters on the half-shell and shrimp and little delicate things made from crab and lobster-- and their wine, setting it down on a stool when he returns and using a corkscrew to open the bottle. He pours, as he knows better than to deprive the bard of a good libation, and Jaskier quickly takes the glass as soon as it's available. As well, apparently, as Geralt's own, after which he retreats to the other side of the tub, out of the witcher's easy reach. Only for naked beauties, so he says, all cheeky and sly and winking at him. He is, of course, transparent in his intentions. Luckily for him, Geralt isn't opposed to his intentions.

"So it's all for you?"

After all, Geralt will never be a beauty, naked or not. And, anyway, he has the whole rest of the bottle right with him, he doesn't actually need a glass. But, he reminds himself, this is Jaskier's present, so he'll play along with his silliness and strip out of the rest of his clothes to join him. When he steps into the tub, the water is warm-- perhaps a little cooler than he'd prefer it, but Jaskier had always complained about how much he liked to boil himself in his baths. He settles himself down within reach of their dinner, since Jaskier seems intent on starving if the food isn't delivered to his mouth by Geralt's hand.

"Come here, then, if you're intent on being lazy." He drapes an arm along the edge of the tub-- an open invitation for Jaskier to get as close as he likes.

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"Did you just call me beautiful?" he asks with his eyebrows raised. Oh, he's never forgetting this. That little compliment will live rent-free in his head for the rest of his days, probably even making Geralt regret he said it. "You know how to please your bard, my dear. A pity I can't make my birthday happen more often if these are the gifts you'll be showering me with."

The self-deprecation hasn't gone unnoticed, however. So when Geralt undresses, Jaskier makes sure to make his appreciating noises extra loud just for him. It's not hard to do, because as he's already established, Geralt is simply that good at getting Jaskier to make noise. There's also the added fact that even if it's been a little over a month, he can't still get over the fact he's allowed to watch and ogle now instead of having to sneak glances while bathing. He licks his lips once more, eager to put his hands all over that gorgeous body...

And he gets his chance when Geralt drapes an arm along the edge of the tub. He's also called lazy, but Jaskier just laughs, understanding this time it's teasing and not his boyfriend being an arse - Geralt has learned where to draw the line, and Jaskier couldn't be prouder of him for it. His first instinct is to sit between the witcher's legs, but that wouldn't work well for the feeding. So he presses himself against his lover's side, making as much skin as possible touch while dropping a kiss on Geralt's cheek.

"For the other beauty in the tub," he tells him as he hands him back his glass of wine. No self-hate in this tub allowed, thank you very much!

Geralt starts feeding him then, and Jaskier being Jaskier, he doesn't allow things to stay simple. There are the cute little noises, yes, but also the playfully licking of Geralt's fingers as blue eyes look directly into gold, or the grabbing of food with his teeth to share it with his lover through a kiss. At some point, he ends up moving to sit on Geralt's lap, which gives him better access to the tray with food. He ends up feeding Geralt as well.

"The flavor of the White Wolf makes everything taste ten times better," he teases after breaking a kiss full of wine. "Now I cannot help but wonder, would you let me eat off your chest one day?"

When they're less wet and with food that has less shell around it.