Having chosen to stay close to Geralt turns out to be both a blessing and a curse. He's supposed to be dragging this out, playing with the witcher, but one mere second of hearing that approving rumble makes his whole body shiver. Fuck, it's not fair how much he wants and loves this man. For a moment he considers changing his tactics and move to the other side of the pool like he originally wanted, but then Geralt is breathing his scent again and caressing his back. The bastard.
The only moving Jaskier ends up doing is pressing his body against the witcher's, his free hand holding onto his very thick arm. If he hadn't already decided to do a whole thing about touching himself, he would just rut against Geralt's thigh - hell, if he didn't have to answer those questions, he would bury his face in those glorious pecs.
And it's not like he can ignore the questions. This is Jaskier, shutting up isn't something he does. Besides, Geralt has obviously been trapped by the retelling of his fantasies, and this bard loves an attentive audience eating out of the palm of his hand. Let the witcher know how much time they've wasted because of his stubbornness.
"L-like -ah- like you did everything else: methodically." He takes a deep breath and forces his hand to slow down again, or he won't be able to last until storytime is over. "It would be our first time, so you approached it like you approach a hunt you didn't have the details of. You absorbed as much information as you could and found out the most efficient way to go about it..." A peck for Geralt's shoulder scar, a simple way of saying this is being said as a compliment. "Your fingers would touch every inch of my cock slowly, testing-" His hand does exactly that. "-as your eyes would watch me with more intensity than usual to know what got a reaction out of me. And once you knew what my body liked, you would concentrate on those spots with the same efficiency you stabbed a monster on its weak spot..."
He moans Geralt's name then as his hands close around his balls the same way the witcher had done the night before. While Jaskier is nowhere close to having a marked body as Geralt does, both of them having calloused fingers makes the fantasy feel more real. His nails dig in the witcher's skin as his hips start bucking underwater, fucking his own hand the same way he fucked Geralt's all those hundreds of times he imagined it.
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The only moving Jaskier ends up doing is pressing his body against the witcher's, his free hand holding onto his very thick arm. If he hadn't already decided to do a whole thing about touching himself, he would just rut against Geralt's thigh - hell, if he didn't have to answer those questions, he would bury his face in those glorious pecs.
And it's not like he can ignore the questions. This is Jaskier, shutting up isn't something he does. Besides, Geralt has obviously been trapped by the retelling of his fantasies, and this bard loves an attentive audience eating out of the palm of his hand. Let the witcher know how much time they've wasted because of his stubbornness.
"L-like -ah- like you did everything else: methodically." He takes a deep breath and forces his hand to slow down again, or he won't be able to last until storytime is over. "It would be our first time, so you approached it like you approach a hunt you didn't have the details of. You absorbed as much information as you could and found out the most efficient way to go about it..." A peck for Geralt's shoulder scar, a simple way of saying this is being said as a compliment. "Your fingers would touch every inch of my cock slowly, testing-" His hand does exactly that. "-as your eyes would watch me with more intensity than usual to know what got a reaction out of me. And once you knew what my body liked, you would concentrate on those spots with the same efficiency you stabbed a monster on its weak spot..."
He moans Geralt's name then as his hands close around his balls the same way the witcher had done the night before. While Jaskier is nowhere close to having a marked body as Geralt does, both of them having calloused fingers makes the fantasy feel more real. His nails dig in the witcher's skin as his hips start bucking underwater, fucking his own hand the same way he fucked Geralt's all those hundreds of times he imagined it.