Seems to be, Geralt says, and it should be funny, Jaskier knows. He's a little worried about that little coming off as too pushy issue to appreciate it, though. Usually if he wakes up with a morning boner, he would ask his lover for a new round. But now, well, it's like rubbing his humanity on Geralt's face.
Jaskier loves being mandhandled but that doesn't mean he's expecting it so suddenly. Is this going to be a thing now between them? It's not like Geralt hasn't manhandled him before, keeping Jaskier out of trouble made it a requirement plenty of times - which is funny, because if getting in trouble meant being mandhandled by one handsome witcher, well, then that only encouraged him more. This is different though, the purpose behind it clearly having nothing to do with safety. Will Geralt start doing it more often then? Will he allow himself to have wants and bring Jaskier close for a kiss, for example? He can't wait to find out.
His eyes widen when he hears the offer, scent already starting to show that lust spike. He's still biting his lip, however, not to let out the little whimper that wants to escape when his hard dick lands on Geralt's abs.
"I-- of course it would please me, Geralt. How could it not? I'm addicted to you, my dear." And to make his point, he moves his knees to go a little higher up Geralt's body, biting in a moan as his dick lands in between the witcher's pecs. It makes for an amazing sight and before he can stop himself, his hands land on them as well. "What about you though? I would love nothing more than blow you in return, but I know how it is and well-- I don't want you to feel like you have to match my horniness." This feels like having another talk, and they've had enough of those. No assumptions - trust. Jaskier needs to remember that, but he can't help worrying about Geralt's giving nature. So he tries to compromise. "Promise me you are not doing this because you're feeling under pressure and I shall give you a lovely pearl necklace."
He squeezes both boobs then, pushing them against his dick. The moan that escapes him this time isn't hidden, and it echoes in the room.
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"Listen, Geralt, please don't think I'd ever expect you to-- eep."
Jaskier loves being mandhandled but that doesn't mean he's expecting it so suddenly. Is this going to be a thing now between them? It's not like Geralt hasn't manhandled him before, keeping Jaskier out of trouble made it a requirement plenty of times - which is funny, because if getting in trouble meant being mandhandled by one handsome witcher, well, then that only encouraged him more. This is different though, the purpose behind it clearly having nothing to do with safety. Will Geralt start doing it more often then? Will he allow himself to have wants and bring Jaskier close for a kiss, for example? He can't wait to find out.
His eyes widen when he hears the offer, scent already starting to show that lust spike. He's still biting his lip, however, not to let out the little whimper that wants to escape when his hard dick lands on Geralt's abs.
"I-- of course it would please me, Geralt. How could it not? I'm addicted to you, my dear." And to make his point, he moves his knees to go a little higher up Geralt's body, biting in a moan as his dick lands in between the witcher's pecs. It makes for an amazing sight and before he can stop himself, his hands land on them as well. "What about you though? I would love nothing more than blow you in return, but I know how it is and well-- I don't want you to feel like you have to match my horniness." This feels like having another talk, and they've had enough of those. No assumptions - trust. Jaskier needs to remember that, but he can't help worrying about Geralt's giving nature. So he tries to compromise. "Promise me you are not doing this because you're feeling under pressure and I shall give you a lovely pearl necklace."
He squeezes both boobs then, pushing them against his dick. The moan that escapes him this time isn't hidden, and it echoes in the room.