He is. Geralt is blushing, all down to his chest. It's such a lovely sight, Jaskier wants to drink it for hours, ego stroked once again for being the one able to make a witcher blush. He didn't even know it was possible! His words did this! Which means Geralt likes what he's hearing, right?
Jaskier smiles widely as he's about to tease Geralt for it but the witcher chooses that exact moment to start moving his fingers against his ass, so he only ends up letting out a heartfelt fuck instead, in answer to the touch and the promise that follows. Work through the rest confirms that Geralt has, indeed, liked what he heard and is willing to try it out.
Is his very loud and filthy moan coming from the finger being worked into him or the chance of fucking Geralt's lovely bottom becoming a real possibility in their future?
The answer is, of course, both.
Sex hasn't been a thing since his capture - but taking a cock? It's been even longer. So Jaskier is definitely tight, but honestly, that only makes it better. Geralt's fingers make him feel so fucking full, and that can only mean his wonderful thick cock will make even a better job. The witcher is gentle yet methodical, concentrated on his task at hand with his usual discipline, and Jaskier loves every single second of it. One day he wants to come to only those strong fingers.
His hands land on Geralt's shoulders, fingers digging into those lovely muscles as he wiggles and pants, feeling as if his entire body is on fire with every push and stretch of that deft hand. The kissing is welcome and returned but quite clumsily, because every wiggle makes his once again very hard erection brush Geralt's stomach - the combination of both his cock and his ass being teased is driving him mad, and by the time the third fingers is in, he's already impaling himself against them. He whimpers and curses against the witcher's lips, groaning in a mix of pleasure and frustration when those fingers leave him with the most obscene of noises.
And then... nothing.
Jaskier raises his head to tilt it at Geralt, finding hesitation on that handsome face, and his heart melts. Hopefully this is Geralt only being nervous and not him actually having a change of heart, which Jaskier will of course respect if it comes down to it, but it'd still be incredibly disappointing.
"I'm open and ready for you, my dear." He comments with a soft voice as he brushes some hair off Geralt's face and follows it with a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. "Where do you want me?"
And while Geralt decides how he wants to do this, Jaskier proceeds to grab the oil again and get some on his own hand to slick Geralt up, stroking the witcher's dick almost lazily. It's on purpose, of course, a mix of wanting to savor this little chance to play with it and to tease his lover into making the choice they need to finally get to the main course of the night.
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Is that Geralt bloody blushing?
He is. Geralt is blushing, all down to his chest. It's such a lovely sight, Jaskier wants to drink it for hours, ego stroked once again for being the one able to make a witcher blush. He didn't even know it was possible! His words did this! Which means Geralt likes what he's hearing, right?
Jaskier smiles widely as he's about to tease Geralt for it but the witcher chooses that exact moment to start moving his fingers against his ass, so he only ends up letting out a heartfelt fuck instead, in answer to the touch and the promise that follows. Work through the rest confirms that Geralt has, indeed, liked what he heard and is willing to try it out.
Is his very loud and filthy moan coming from the finger being worked into him or the chance of fucking Geralt's lovely bottom becoming a real possibility in their future?
The answer is, of course, both.
Sex hasn't been a thing since his capture - but taking a cock? It's been even longer. So Jaskier is definitely tight, but honestly, that only makes it better. Geralt's fingers make him feel so fucking full, and that can only mean his wonderful thick cock will make even a better job. The witcher is gentle yet methodical, concentrated on his task at hand with his usual discipline, and Jaskier loves every single second of it. One day he wants to come to only those strong fingers.
His hands land on Geralt's shoulders, fingers digging into those lovely muscles as he wiggles and pants, feeling as if his entire body is on fire with every push and stretch of that deft hand. The kissing is welcome and returned but quite clumsily, because every wiggle makes his once again very hard erection brush Geralt's stomach - the combination of both his cock and his ass being teased is driving him mad, and by the time the third fingers is in, he's already impaling himself against them. He whimpers and curses against the witcher's lips, groaning in a mix of pleasure and frustration when those fingers leave him with the most obscene of noises.
And then... nothing.
Jaskier raises his head to tilt it at Geralt, finding hesitation on that handsome face, and his heart melts. Hopefully this is Geralt only being nervous and not him actually having a change of heart, which Jaskier will of course respect if it comes down to it, but it'd still be incredibly disappointing.
"I'm open and ready for you, my dear." He comments with a soft voice as he brushes some hair off Geralt's face and follows it with a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. "Where do you want me?"
And while Geralt decides how he wants to do this, Jaskier proceeds to grab the oil again and get some on his own hand to slick Geralt up, stroking the witcher's dick almost lazily. It's on purpose, of course, a mix of wanting to savor this little chance to play with it and to tease his lover into making the choice they need to finally get to the main course of the night.