Oh, Jaskier is definitely serious. So that considering hum? The bard hears it and saves it in his mind for later. An idea that he's bringing up in spring for sure - especially as he becomes more and more confident about their relationship, both emotionally and sexually, by the second. It's not like he doubts Geralt - not anymore. But he can't deny part of him is nervous about many things (him never having been on a long relationship before except for the Countess being the biggest worry), so seeing all the little gestures that tell him how right they are for each other helps him to be bolder about asking for things.
Geralt has allowed him to fuck his chest, a fantasy Jaskier wouldn't have dreamed he would ever fulfill, even if he hasn't gotten anything out of it. Not only that, but he also helps, he doesn't just lay down and takes it because he has to - he squeezes his butt, he pushes his own tits as if he was a common whore... he licks Jaskier's jizz. Oh Melitele, how he loves this man! Finding out they're sexually compatible only serves to fill his heart with joy.
"Enjoy irritating Vesemir?" Pretending to be scandalized, he takes a hand to his chest. "Geralt! What could've possibly given you that idea!"
Translation: Geralt is 100% right. His scandalized reaction, however, becomes actually real when the witcher uses his doublet to clean jizz again. Jaskier covers his eyes and sighs.
"You surely enjoy torturing my delicate fashionable soul, my dear."
After such a display, getting off Geralt only takes him a second, not wanting to stare at such gore anymore. His body is aware of the lack of post-orgasm cuddling though, so before leaving the bed, he leans in and his sweetly kisses Geralt like he would've done if it hadn't been for Eskel and his early boner.
"Good morning. I'm really happy that we worked things out." And it shows, his scent sweet with glee and love, which Geralt truly needs to identify soon. "Those were three amazing orgasms, thank you. I can't wait to experience a whole winter with you." And now a peck for the corner of Geralt's mouth. "Love you."
Look, Geralt has promised he will trust Jaskier from now, but he knows they're about to go face to face with (coughVesermircough) the family and witcher logic again, so he wants to do as much positive reinforcement as possible. Besides, even if they weren't, Geralt deserves to hear these things more often, and it's not like Jaskier minds saying them anyway, sappy poet that he is, always in love with the sound of his own voice.
There's a lot of pouting when Geralt asks him to return the medallion, though. Spoilsport.
He leaves the bed then, and changes pretty quickly, which is not usual for Jaskier. This is the guy that spends too much time on his appearance. To be fair, though... the keep is cold so he doesn't want to stay naked for too long, he's not exactly clean so he's just putting on temporary clothes and not good silks until they take a bath, and he does believe that Lambert will, indeed, eat their breakfast without regret. He still manages to sneak in as many kisses as he can, to Geralt's shoulders or arms or whatever patch of skin is the closest and isn't covered fast by fabric. Gods, it feels so good to be able to do all this and not hide it anymore.
It's real. He's mine.
All this happiness means he hums a song all their way to breakfast, and he holds Geralt's hand as well. He does let go when they're getting close, however, not because he's ashamed or afraid of Vesemir, but because he wants to make a great entrance. And while he hasn't memorized all the hallways of the keep yet, he can tell when they're getting closer - because he can hear Eskel and Lambert groaning and cursing at the smell of them approaching.
"Good morning, good sirs!" He exclaims when they enter the mess hall with open arms, which he bends when he bows for Ciri. "And my lady, of course." Cirilla seems to be glad to see them well and together, but her smile is mixed with confusion: Vesemir is sighing and facepalming, Lambert is making gagging noises, Eskel is shaking his head. And Jaskier? He grins widely, delighted by his audience's reaction. "And what a wonderful morning it is! The last sunlight rays of Autumn still grace us with their presence! What are our plans for such a fine day?"
"You should start by taking a bath," Eskel replies with a mix of horror and amusement. Big mistake.
"Eskel! I haven't thanked you properly!" He approaches the witcher from behind and hugs him around the shoulders. Eskel is frozen in shock at first, but then he quickly covers his mouth and nose, ignoring the bard's words. "Thank you, kind wolf. You're a good friend."
Lambert, who is sitting next to Eskel, waves a hand in the air as if chasing a fly - but he's chasing the smell instead. "You son of a bitch, fuck off! You stink!"
"Aww, is the little prick jealous? Don't worry, I have enough affection for everyone!" And just like that, Jaskier lets go of Eskel to hug Lambert instead. Who, no matter how tough he looks and talks, doesn't dare to push a delicate human either.
"GERALT! GET YOUR BARD AWAY FROM ME!"
Meanwhile, Cirilla has finally caught on what's going on, and so she wrinkles her nose. "Gross."
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Geralt has allowed him to fuck his chest, a fantasy Jaskier wouldn't have dreamed he would ever fulfill, even if he hasn't gotten anything out of it. Not only that, but he also helps, he doesn't just lay down and takes it because he has to - he squeezes his butt, he pushes his own tits as if he was a common whore... he licks Jaskier's jizz. Oh Melitele, how he loves this man! Finding out they're sexually compatible only serves to fill his heart with joy.
"Enjoy irritating Vesemir?" Pretending to be scandalized, he takes a hand to his chest. "Geralt! What could've possibly given you that idea!"
Translation: Geralt is 100% right. His scandalized reaction, however, becomes actually real when the witcher uses his doublet to clean jizz again. Jaskier covers his eyes and sighs.
"You surely enjoy torturing my delicate fashionable soul, my dear."
After such a display, getting off Geralt only takes him a second, not wanting to stare at such gore anymore. His body is aware of the lack of post-orgasm cuddling though, so before leaving the bed, he leans in and his sweetly kisses Geralt like he would've done if it hadn't been for Eskel and his early boner.
"Good morning. I'm really happy that we worked things out." And it shows, his scent sweet with glee and love, which Geralt truly needs to identify soon. "Those were three amazing orgasms, thank you. I can't wait to experience a whole winter with you." And now a peck for the corner of Geralt's mouth. "Love you."
Look, Geralt has promised he will trust Jaskier from now, but he knows they're about to go face to face with (coughVesermircough) the family and witcher logic again, so he wants to do as much positive reinforcement as possible. Besides, even if they weren't, Geralt deserves to hear these things more often, and it's not like Jaskier minds saying them anyway, sappy poet that he is, always in love with the sound of his own voice.
There's a lot of pouting when Geralt asks him to return the medallion, though. Spoilsport.
He leaves the bed then, and changes pretty quickly, which is not usual for Jaskier. This is the guy that spends too much time on his appearance. To be fair, though... the keep is cold so he doesn't want to stay naked for too long, he's not exactly clean so he's just putting on temporary clothes and not good silks until they take a bath, and he does believe that Lambert will, indeed, eat their breakfast without regret. He still manages to sneak in as many kisses as he can, to Geralt's shoulders or arms or whatever patch of skin is the closest and isn't covered fast by fabric. Gods, it feels so good to be able to do all this and not hide it anymore.
It's real. He's mine.
All this happiness means he hums a song all their way to breakfast, and he holds Geralt's hand as well. He does let go when they're getting close, however, not because he's ashamed or afraid of Vesemir, but because he wants to make a great entrance. And while he hasn't memorized all the hallways of the keep yet, he can tell when they're getting closer - because he can hear Eskel and Lambert groaning and cursing at the smell of them approaching.
"Good morning, good sirs!" He exclaims when they enter the mess hall with open arms, which he bends when he bows for Ciri. "And my lady, of course." Cirilla seems to be glad to see them well and together, but her smile is mixed with confusion: Vesemir is sighing and facepalming, Lambert is making gagging noises, Eskel is shaking his head. And Jaskier? He grins widely, delighted by his audience's reaction. "And what a wonderful morning it is! The last sunlight rays of Autumn still grace us with their presence! What are our plans for such a fine day?"
"You should start by taking a bath," Eskel replies with a mix of horror and amusement. Big mistake.
"Eskel! I haven't thanked you properly!" He approaches the witcher from behind and hugs him around the shoulders. Eskel is frozen in shock at first, but then he quickly covers his mouth and nose, ignoring the bard's words. "Thank you, kind wolf. You're a good friend."
Lambert, who is sitting next to Eskel, waves a hand in the air as if chasing a fly - but he's chasing the smell instead. "You son of a bitch, fuck off! You stink!"
"Aww, is the little prick jealous? Don't worry, I have enough affection for everyone!" And just like that, Jaskier lets go of Eskel to hug Lambert instead. Who, no matter how tough he looks and talks, doesn't dare to push a delicate human either.
"GERALT! GET YOUR BARD AWAY FROM ME!"
Meanwhile, Cirilla has finally caught on what's going on, and so she wrinkles her nose. "Gross."