"And your mother as well," Jaskier replies to the kissing comment, a classic comeback that he's used often and his indignation is keeping him from seeing how it may not be witcher appropriate. He's too angry to think clearly - first the interruption of the purring, then being called a bedwarmer. Something he wouldn't deny in another context, but his relationship with Geralt is more than that. "There's only one witcher behaving like a ten-year-old right now and it's not Geralt!"
Cöen arrives then, obviously amused by all the antics, but he's smart enough not to comment on it - he just joins Lambert in the pool, although he does make sure not to stay too close to him just in case. It's his interrupting of the scene and -most importantly- Eskel's kindness that snap Jaskier out of his huffing mode, which of course means he's now aware of, you know.
All the naked witchers surrounding him.
Melitele please have mercy.
All of them are so handsome, something Jaskier had already noticed when he saw them training, and now he gets to confirm they're built like a bloody brick outhouse as well. Which he expected, because witchers, but still. Seeing it is something else. Is it the mutagens? It has to be, right? It can't be a coincidence - then again, the mutagens can be blamed (or thanked) for the god-like bodies, not for the beautiful faces, now can it? Fuck. Blue eyes quickly move from one witcher to another: Lambert and Cöen have their muscles fucking glistening with drops of water, and Eskel is here looming above them with-- with--
For fuck's sake. His cock is even bigger than Geralt's. Long, thick, proud, probably as strong yet kind as its owner. Just perfect. How is that possible.
Jaskier is far from a blushing maiden, as everyone in the fucking Continent already knows. He can sing a whole song about fucking a fawn in front of the entire court of Cintra without batting an eye. But hanging out with witchers is different - no matter how composed he may look on the outside, he knows his scent will give him away. That shouldn't be a big deal either, because the whole Continent also knows Jaskier is horny most of the week, but it's more of an... abstract concept, so to speak.
These witchers can smell it directly. Can confirm it. It makes Jaskier feel exposed - exposed to his lover's fucking family, which makes it worse, especially considering Geralt's potential jealousy. Melitele is not having mercy at all! Why make Jaskier have thoughts about how he wouldn't even hesitate to start a witcher orgy right here right now where they'll only cause trouble? This is to be used during a wank in the bath alone, not in the middle of a soak with his "in-laws"!
Maybe they won't notice. Maybe his body won't betray him.
Eskel suddenly raising his eyebrows and Lambert muttering oh for fuck's sake tell him that's definitely not the case.
Alright, alright, gotta play it cool. Jaskier clears his voice and turns away to hunt for the lost soap in the water, a very important task since he needs to finish washing Geralt and then wash himself. Yeah, that's totally it, just going back to business.
"I'm starting to think he lives in a mood," he grumbles as he remembers Geralt's various stories. "But I appreciate your concern, my friend - I've learned the hard way how much your cleaning after your brothers can improve the general mood."
A little teasing over the help they got from Eskel in getting back together, hopefully that will make the witchers get into a sibling spat and get the attention off him and the little shift in his scent.
"If you wish for a little more luxury than white soap, I share my oils freely. I shall repay you for your kindness later with a proper song, but that's the least I can do right now. You as well, Cöen."
No mention of Lambert. Because he's that much of a petty bastard.
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Cöen arrives then, obviously amused by all the antics, but he's smart enough not to comment on it - he just joins Lambert in the pool, although he does make sure not to stay too close to him just in case. It's his interrupting of the scene and -most importantly- Eskel's kindness that snap Jaskier out of his huffing mode, which of course means he's now aware of, you know.
All the naked witchers surrounding him.
Melitele please have mercy.
All of them are so handsome, something Jaskier had already noticed when he saw them training, and now he gets to confirm they're built like a bloody brick outhouse as well. Which he expected, because witchers, but still. Seeing it is something else. Is it the mutagens? It has to be, right? It can't be a coincidence - then again, the mutagens can be blamed (or thanked) for the god-like bodies, not for the beautiful faces, now can it? Fuck. Blue eyes quickly move from one witcher to another: Lambert and Cöen have their muscles fucking glistening with drops of water, and Eskel is here looming above them with-- with--
For fuck's sake. His cock is even bigger than Geralt's. Long, thick, proud, probably as strong yet kind as its owner. Just perfect. How is that possible.
Jaskier is far from a blushing maiden, as everyone in the fucking Continent already knows. He can sing a whole song about fucking a fawn in front of the entire court of Cintra without batting an eye. But hanging out with witchers is different - no matter how composed he may look on the outside, he knows his scent will give him away. That shouldn't be a big deal either, because the whole Continent also knows Jaskier is horny most of the week, but it's more of an... abstract concept, so to speak.
These witchers can smell it directly. Can confirm it. It makes Jaskier feel exposed - exposed to his lover's fucking family, which makes it worse, especially considering Geralt's potential jealousy. Melitele is not having mercy at all! Why make Jaskier have thoughts about how he wouldn't even hesitate to start a witcher orgy right here right now where they'll only cause trouble? This is to be used during a wank in the bath alone, not in the middle of a soak with his "in-laws"!
Maybe they won't notice. Maybe his body won't betray him.
Eskel suddenly raising his eyebrows and Lambert muttering oh for fuck's sake tell him that's definitely not the case.
Alright, alright, gotta play it cool. Jaskier clears his voice and turns away to hunt for the lost soap in the water, a very important task since he needs to finish washing Geralt and then wash himself. Yeah, that's totally it, just going back to business.
"I'm starting to think he lives in a mood," he grumbles as he remembers Geralt's various stories. "But I appreciate your concern, my friend - I've learned the hard way how much your cleaning after your brothers can improve the general mood."
A little teasing over the help they got from Eskel in getting back together, hopefully that will make the witchers get into a sibling spat and get the attention off him and the little shift in his scent.
"If you wish for a little more luxury than white soap, I share my oils freely. I shall repay you for your kindness later with a proper song, but that's the least I can do right now. You as well, Cöen."
No mention of Lambert. Because he's that much of a petty bastard.