Geralt isn't alone in that feeling - Jaskier could also happily go to sleep just like this, sated and content, safe and warm under his witcher's weight, and a nice thick cock in his ass, stickiness be damned. In the quiet of the room he can hear their heartbeats and their heavy breathing, both speeded up because of their orgasm, and it's the most perfect song he's ever heard. He wishes he could keep the sound in a little box, the same way painters can record moments on their canvases.
The content humming he uses to express his liking of that throat kiss is replaced by a whimper when Geralt slips out of him, making him extra aware of how sensitive his asshole feels at the moment. He can feel the stickiness between his legs, too, and that makes the soreness 100% worth it.
"Like what you see?" He asks with a grin, teasing but still liking how Geralt doesn't care about the mess of his thighs - in fact, he's touching it, which sends a shiver down Jaskier's spine. This is the kind of sexual shameless he's into, especially if -as he suspects- Geralt is also liking the fact Jaskier is covered in his witcher jizz.
The kiss is returned, of course, softly and affectionately, before Jaskier pushes himself up onto his elbows to have a better look at what Geralt is doing. Does Geralt need some space? Jaskier knows whores (and probably Yennefer) are not exactly cuddlers but-- ah. It's not that. After care! Aww, what a good lover.
--wait. Is that his...?
With an overly dramatic groan, Jaskier lets his body fall on the furs again, his arm moving up to cover his eyes. This is gore, pure and simple. He would even call it torture if he hadn't given Geralt permission to rip the doublet in the first place.
"What a terrifying scene for my eyes to gaze upon! Finest silk in the land, used as an old mop! Oh, the irony of the gods to bring this to my attention after the sweetest of orgasms--"
It's the hand on his thigh that snaps him out of his rant - as soon as he lowers his arm just an inch, he finds himself looking at his lover stretching next to him, sharing the post-coital bliss with teasing words and eyes just for him. Another art worthy sight. Jaskier laughs, obviously pleased by this turn of events, and turns his body to rest on his side as he comes closer and wraps his arms around the witcher's waist.
"Orgasmed harder than I expected." He kisses Geralt's chest, exactly on his heart, before resting his head on and nuzzling the hell out of that marvelous chest. It's as comfortable as he's always imagined it would be, even with all the sweat. Jaskier swears he'll never need a pillow ever again. "But I can't deny I'm probably not at my best after the rough couple of days we've been having." Couple is probably underselling it. Chin moving to rest between big boobs, Jaskier looks up at Geralt. "I knew you would me ruin me for any other dick, however. I hope it was amazing for you too."
There's a pause, wondering if he should say what comes to his mind next. Part of him thinks it's not fair, considering he's had good sex and partners before, and Geralt has only had prostitutes, but... well, maybe the witcher may accept it as a compliment? Even if Geralt generally hates those.
"It's never felt this... intimate for me before. This connected."
Not even with the Countess, but he knows better than bring up an ex in this context.
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The content humming he uses to express his liking of that throat kiss is replaced by a whimper when Geralt slips out of him, making him extra aware of how sensitive his asshole feels at the moment. He can feel the stickiness between his legs, too, and that makes the soreness 100% worth it.
"Like what you see?" He asks with a grin, teasing but still liking how Geralt doesn't care about the mess of his thighs - in fact, he's touching it, which sends a shiver down Jaskier's spine. This is the kind of sexual shameless he's into, especially if -as he suspects- Geralt is also liking the fact Jaskier is covered in his witcher jizz.
The kiss is returned, of course, softly and affectionately, before Jaskier pushes himself up onto his elbows to have a better look at what Geralt is doing. Does Geralt need some space? Jaskier knows whores (and probably Yennefer) are not exactly cuddlers but-- ah. It's not that. After care! Aww, what a good lover.
--wait. Is that his...?
With an overly dramatic groan, Jaskier lets his body fall on the furs again, his arm moving up to cover his eyes. This is gore, pure and simple. He would even call it torture if he hadn't given Geralt permission to rip the doublet in the first place.
"What a terrifying scene for my eyes to gaze upon! Finest silk in the land, used as an old mop! Oh, the irony of the gods to bring this to my attention after the sweetest of orgasms--"
It's the hand on his thigh that snaps him out of his rant - as soon as he lowers his arm just an inch, he finds himself looking at his lover stretching next to him, sharing the post-coital bliss with teasing words and eyes just for him. Another art worthy sight. Jaskier laughs, obviously pleased by this turn of events, and turns his body to rest on his side as he comes closer and wraps his arms around the witcher's waist.
"Orgasmed harder than I expected." He kisses Geralt's chest, exactly on his heart, before resting his head on and nuzzling the hell out of that marvelous chest. It's as comfortable as he's always imagined it would be, even with all the sweat. Jaskier swears he'll never need a pillow ever again. "But I can't deny I'm probably not at my best after the rough couple of days we've been having." Couple is probably underselling it. Chin moving to rest between big boobs, Jaskier looks up at Geralt. "I knew you would me ruin me for any other dick, however. I hope it was amazing for you too."
There's a pause, wondering if he should say what comes to his mind next. Part of him thinks it's not fair, considering he's had good sex and partners before, and Geralt has only had prostitutes, but... well, maybe the witcher may accept it as a compliment? Even if Geralt generally hates those.
"It's never felt this... intimate for me before. This connected."
Not even with the Countess, but he knows better than bring up an ex in this context.