How dare he kiss his thumb like that! Geralt is being cute and that should illegal.
Geralt deepens the kiss as well and Jaskier takes it, giving as much open mouth and tongue in return. I can take it, he wants to say, I'm not made of glass, I can take a witcher. And thanks to all the gods, Geralt understands this, he isn't being gentle with the 'weak human', he's letting passion take over just the way Jaskier likes it. In the middle of the classroom, too, which adds a whole injection of adrenaline in his body.
What truly makes his blood boil, however, is Geralt suddenly mandhandling him. Fuck.
Jaskier doesn't put up any kind of fight at all, although it's not like Geralt couldn't push him anyway if he wanted - the point still stands. In fact, as soon as his thighs are lifted, Jaskier is wrapping them around Geralt's waist, pulling him closer to make their groins meet, his scent now fully spiced with lust.
The kisses along his jaw are nice and all too, but what makes him throw his head and groan loud and dirty is the rumbled nickname in his ear.
"Fuck, Geralt." Talk? Oh, he can talk, alright, not even a boner (or a semi, to be more accurate at the moment) can stop him from talking. Jaskier is as loud and chatty during sex as he is the rest of the time. And let's not even begin on the fact Mr Blessed Silence is the one asking him for it. So Jaskier talks while enjoying the feeling of Geralt's teeth on his skin (which sends delicious shivers through his whole body) and letting his hands roam all over Geralt's muscles, groping thick arms and sculpted pecs. "Do you have any idea how much I've dreamed of you grabbing me and taking me like this? Of feeling your mouth on my burning skin and your mighty hands pulling me apart as easily as if I was a virginal maiden having her first time? How have I wanted to praise the curvatures of your bo-"
The complaint about the buttons interrupts him and Jaskier, who has learned to take off fucking corsets with his eyes closed, can only laugh.
"Allow me, my dear." Expert fingers open his doublet in seconds before he's leaning again to nibble Geralt's ear and whisper with his best sultry tone. "Mark me, my wolf. Let them know why they shouldn't flirt with me anymore."
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Geralt deepens the kiss as well and Jaskier takes it, giving as much open mouth and tongue in return. I can take it, he wants to say, I'm not made of glass, I can take a witcher. And thanks to all the gods, Geralt understands this, he isn't being gentle with the 'weak human', he's letting passion take over just the way Jaskier likes it. In the middle of the classroom, too, which adds a whole injection of adrenaline in his body.
What truly makes his blood boil, however, is Geralt suddenly mandhandling him. Fuck.
Jaskier doesn't put up any kind of fight at all, although it's not like Geralt couldn't push him anyway if he wanted - the point still stands. In fact, as soon as his thighs are lifted, Jaskier is wrapping them around Geralt's waist, pulling him closer to make their groins meet, his scent now fully spiced with lust.
The kisses along his jaw are nice and all too, but what makes him throw his head and groan loud and dirty is the rumbled nickname in his ear.
"Fuck, Geralt." Talk? Oh, he can talk, alright, not even a boner (or a semi, to be more accurate at the moment) can stop him from talking. Jaskier is as loud and chatty during sex as he is the rest of the time. And let's not even begin on the fact Mr Blessed Silence is the one asking him for it. So Jaskier talks while enjoying the feeling of Geralt's teeth on his skin (which sends delicious shivers through his whole body) and letting his hands roam all over Geralt's muscles, groping thick arms and sculpted pecs. "Do you have any idea how much I've dreamed of you grabbing me and taking me like this? Of feeling your mouth on my burning skin and your mighty hands pulling me apart as easily as if I was a virginal maiden having her first time? How have I wanted to praise the curvatures of your bo-"
The complaint about the buttons interrupts him and Jaskier, who has learned to take off fucking corsets with his eyes closed, can only laugh.
"Allow me, my dear." Expert fingers open his doublet in seconds before he's leaning again to nibble Geralt's ear and whisper with his best sultry tone. "Mark me, my wolf. Let them know why they shouldn't flirt with me anymore."