Later, Geralt says, and it's on occasions like this when Jaskier's bratty side comes out. The desire in his voice disappears for a moment and gives room to what can only be described as-- well... whining.
"Come onnnnnnn! My neck is on your mouth right now!"
Luckily for Geralt, the complaining quickly goes away too. Hard to stay focused on such a detail when he's being fucked so good. The new angle is hitting that sweet spot just right and Jaskier can swear he can see the stars. The blow job had been a good idea after all, it's helping him last longer - or what he'd usually last anyway. That first orgasm has gotten rid of all that sexual tension he had accumulated the past few months, thank Melitele, and that means he can keep building his pleasure without fear of finishing before Geralt spills inside him - which is something he definitely wants to happen before the night is over, no objections allowed.
The only hardship here is the one pounding into him - nothing else matters. There's no pain and no winter cold, there's only sweaty skin and a wet dick, strong warm hands on his hips and pretty starlight hair in his own fingers, the sound of their voices in sync with their flesh filthily slapping against each other. It's only wave after wave of pure elation running through his veins, hitting every bone and making his toes curl.
So imagine Jaskier's surprise when all of this suddenly fucking stops.
"Wha--"
He is no stranger to changes of position, although they usually come more often in the form of tumbling into them while still linked. To be fair, however, he's simply too gone in his own bliss so the sudden movement -the sudden feeling of emptiness- can only come as a shock. He catches on pretty quickly though, and soon Jaskier is laughing, delighted by this turn of events. Variety in sex is good, being pounded into the mattress is good, Geralt taking initiative and getting what he wants is great.
The smile doesn't disappear from his lips when Geralt kisses him - he just kisses back as he puts his arms around those amazing shoulders again and raises his ass to receive that mighty cock that makes him dig his heels in the furs and arch his body, head thrown back as he hisses a yessss.
And those blue eyes? Well, they look up at Geralt with absolute adoration when he hears those words.
"Oh, my dear witcher." He quickly pecks the corner of Geralt's mouth. "I'm not going anywhere - I'm here for you all night long." Geralt's hands grab Jaskier's legs and his grin widens, because that's what he had already been planning to do anyway - he wastes no time and crosses his ankles around his lover's waist before thrusting his hips as an invitation, whimpering when his dick gets trapped between their bellies. "Now fuck me, your gorgeous thing."
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"Come onnnnnnn! My neck is on your mouth right now!"
Luckily for Geralt, the complaining quickly goes away too. Hard to stay focused on such a detail when he's being fucked so good. The new angle is hitting that sweet spot just right and Jaskier can swear he can see the stars. The blow job had been a good idea after all, it's helping him last longer - or what he'd usually last anyway. That first orgasm has gotten rid of all that sexual tension he had accumulated the past few months, thank Melitele, and that means he can keep building his pleasure without fear of finishing before Geralt spills inside him - which is something he definitely wants to happen before the night is over, no objections allowed.
The only hardship here is the one pounding into him - nothing else matters. There's no pain and no winter cold, there's only sweaty skin and a wet dick, strong warm hands on his hips and pretty starlight hair in his own fingers, the sound of their voices in sync with their flesh filthily slapping against each other. It's only wave after wave of pure elation running through his veins, hitting every bone and making his toes curl.
So imagine Jaskier's surprise when all of this suddenly fucking stops.
"Wha--"
He is no stranger to changes of position, although they usually come more often in the form of tumbling into them while still linked. To be fair, however, he's simply too gone in his own bliss so the sudden movement -the sudden feeling of emptiness- can only come as a shock. He catches on pretty quickly though, and soon Jaskier is laughing, delighted by this turn of events. Variety in sex is good, being pounded into the mattress is good, Geralt taking initiative and getting what he wants is great.
The smile doesn't disappear from his lips when Geralt kisses him - he just kisses back as he puts his arms around those amazing shoulders again and raises his ass to receive that mighty cock that makes him dig his heels in the furs and arch his body, head thrown back as he hisses a yessss.
And those blue eyes? Well, they look up at Geralt with absolute adoration when he hears those words.
"Oh, my dear witcher." He quickly pecks the corner of Geralt's mouth. "I'm not going anywhere - I'm here for you all night long." Geralt's hands grab Jaskier's legs and his grin widens, because that's what he had already been planning to do anyway - he wastes no time and crosses his ankles around his lover's waist before thrusting his hips as an invitation, whimpering when his dick gets trapped between their bellies. "Now fuck me, your gorgeous thing."