"Metaphors, Geralt. Why do I keep wasting them on you?" Jaskier replies with a bit of pouting, but it's obvious he isn't quite meaning it, blue eyes gleaming with affection in the darkness for the man under him. Geralt laughing, huffed or not, is always a wonderful thing. "It means I'll never be satisfied with another dick but yours again. I've officially been fucked by the finest cock in the land."
The arm wrapped around him makes him hum in approval, and Jaskier presses his body against Geralt's as humanly possible, happy to know the cuddling is welcome. Geralt is even petting him and gods, he sure can fall asleep to that - a warm and comfy body under him, a satisfied lover telling him so in a very sexy rumble (he smiles widely and a bit smugly at that), caresses soothing him into total relaxation...
I don't need any of your sweet-talk. Bollocks. For a moment there, orgasms had made him forget how difficult it can be to compliment Geralt.
"I am speaking plainly. Fucking the man you've shared your life with for twenty years makes a difference, my dear. But worry not." He kisses the witcher's lips softly. It's not a conversation to have right now, it would make a perfect moment awkward. Besides, Geralt being naturally sleepy is good, can't miss the opportunity to make the big oaf rest properly. "I shall remind you to trust me in the morning. Good night, love."
He lowers his head then to rest it properly on Geralt's chest again, nuzzling it once more before closing his eyes and letting sleep take over - it doesn't take long. He's exhausted, spent - truly relaxed. And cared for, safe, even loved (no matter what Geralt says). It's the best rest he's ever had - the only thing that would improve it would be a better bed, and even then Jaskier can admit he's being nitpicky. This is Kaer Morhen, his lover's home, that also makes it special. It's the perfect first time.
That means he's extra annoyed when he's woken up in the morning by the pounding on the door, cursing under his breath against Geralt's boobs.
"How long are you planning to lazy around, you dirty arses? I'm happy to know you worked things out but for fuck's sake, the whole hallway stinks because of you two."
Ah, Eskel, bless his soul. Jaskier groans and opens one eye to glance at the window - indeed, it seems it's quite late in the morning, Geralt has probably missed some activity or another. He can't bring himself to care though - in fact, Jaskier grins at the fact he's managed to make Mr Wake-up-at-sunrise stay in bed with him this long. Point for the bard! And most importantly, points for their relationship! In your face, Vesemir.
Jaskier moves with the intentions of giving Geralt a good morning kiss, but freezes and hisses when something brushes the witcher's leg. He looks down and--
"...bollocks."
"I can hear you, Jaskier."
"A-ah, yes! We'll join you soon! We just need to change and--" He clears his voice. "--yeah. We just need a moment. And Eskel?"
"Mmh?"
"Thank you."
A sigh comes from behind the door, one that shows how fond the man out there covering his nose actually is of these two dumbasses. "...no problem. Don't take too long or I'll let Lambert eat your breakfast."
As the echoes of Eskel's steps leaving reach their ears, Jaskier slowly untangles himself from Geralt and rolls away on his back to check his groin again, make sure he saw what he thinks he saw correctly. He did - morning wood is waiting for him to take care of it right there in this wonderful morning. Usually, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but with Geralt's slow boners and all, he doesn't want to come off as too pushy. He turns his head to look at his lover and offers a sheepish smile.
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The arm wrapped around him makes him hum in approval, and Jaskier presses his body against Geralt's as humanly possible, happy to know the cuddling is welcome. Geralt is even petting him and gods, he sure can fall asleep to that - a warm and comfy body under him, a satisfied lover telling him so in a very sexy rumble (he smiles widely and a bit smugly at that), caresses soothing him into total relaxation...
I don't need any of your sweet-talk. Bollocks. For a moment there, orgasms had made him forget how difficult it can be to compliment Geralt.
"I am speaking plainly. Fucking the man you've shared your life with for twenty years makes a difference, my dear. But worry not." He kisses the witcher's lips softly. It's not a conversation to have right now, it would make a perfect moment awkward. Besides, Geralt being naturally sleepy is good, can't miss the opportunity to make the big oaf rest properly. "I shall remind you to trust me in the morning. Good night, love."
He lowers his head then to rest it properly on Geralt's chest again, nuzzling it once more before closing his eyes and letting sleep take over - it doesn't take long. He's exhausted, spent - truly relaxed. And cared for, safe, even loved (no matter what Geralt says). It's the best rest he's ever had - the only thing that would improve it would be a better bed, and even then Jaskier can admit he's being nitpicky. This is Kaer Morhen, his lover's home, that also makes it special. It's the perfect first time.
That means he's extra annoyed when he's woken up in the morning by the pounding on the door, cursing under his breath against Geralt's boobs.
"How long are you planning to lazy around, you dirty arses? I'm happy to know you worked things out but for fuck's sake, the whole hallway stinks because of you two."
Ah, Eskel, bless his soul. Jaskier groans and opens one eye to glance at the window - indeed, it seems it's quite late in the morning, Geralt has probably missed some activity or another. He can't bring himself to care though - in fact, Jaskier grins at the fact he's managed to make Mr Wake-up-at-sunrise stay in bed with him this long. Point for the bard! And most importantly, points for their relationship! In your face, Vesemir.
Jaskier moves with the intentions of giving Geralt a good morning kiss, but freezes and hisses when something brushes the witcher's leg. He looks down and--
"...bollocks."
"I can hear you, Jaskier."
"A-ah, yes! We'll join you soon! We just need to change and--" He clears his voice. "--yeah. We just need a moment. And Eskel?"
"Mmh?"
"Thank you."
A sigh comes from behind the door, one that shows how fond the man out there covering his nose actually is of these two dumbasses. "...no problem. Don't take too long or I'll let Lambert eat your breakfast."
As the echoes of Eskel's steps leaving reach their ears, Jaskier slowly untangles himself from Geralt and rolls away on his back to check his groin again, make sure he saw what he thinks he saw correctly. He did - morning wood is waiting for him to take care of it right there in this wonderful morning. Usually, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but with Geralt's slow boners and all, he doesn't want to come off as too pushy. He turns his head to look at his lover and offers a sheepish smile.
"Good morning?"