Jaskier usually has better boner control than this. No, really. It'd be very inconvenient to have a hard-on in the middle of a performance, wouldn't it? Besides, you don't get a reputation with the ladies by quickly jumping on things. He enjoys the chase, the foreplay, the build-up. The art of seduction. But it's hard to stay in control when twenty years of pining, fantasies and sexual tension are crashing against him, manhandling him and growling because he likes the way he whispers in his ear.
So here he is, with a tent already in his pants. Geralt is over one hundred years old and has fucked the most powerful sorceress in the Continent. The fact Jaskier can provoke him with such simple words is a powerful thought that could almost make him come on the spot.
The virginal comment had definitely been a metaphor but damn if Geralt doesn't make him feel a bit like that. His toes curl inside his boots as the witcher starts working on the hickeys, Jaskier's body arching under it, his hips thrusting to get at least some pressure rubbed against his groin. His head is thrown back as much as possible to expose his neck and playful fingers try to rub Geralt's nipples through his shirt.
"You like that, don't you, oh White Wolf? You like, aah, Geralt-" Excuse him for a second to moan as dirtily as he can. "You like marking me as yours. You like making a claim."
Which is incredibly hot, and he would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasies about it. Would Geralt be just like a wolf? Wild, territorial, rough? Would he like to bite and mandhandle him? When Geralt was having a bad day over the world treating him like shit, Jaskier would feel a bit guilty for having those fantasies that played so much into witcher stereotypes and he would masturbate to more romantic thoughts instead: laying down with Geralt and giving him the kindness he deserves in a long session of soft love making filled with pretty words and kisses to his scars.
He will do that later, too, that's for sure. Jaskier is a versatile lover and when it comes to Geralt, he wants it all. For now though, he's feeling as desperate as his lover does, so he'll enjoy every second of what the the wolf has to offer him.
"Bravo, Master Witcher." He says with a grin when Geralt raises his chin to admire his neck as an artist would admire the paint they just applied. "You've made a canvas out of m-"
Knock knock. "Master Jaskier? Are you still-- eep!" The maid that has entered the room quickly turns around, but the red on her ears is still rather obvious.
Jaskier mumbles a bollocks but he isn't too surprised by this turn of events, and he replies casually while still having his hands on Geralt's chest and his legs around him. "My apologies, ah- who is it? Margaret? Gretel? I know it's not Rose-"
"It's Anastasia, Master Jaskier. And I should be the one to apologize..." She's nervous and trembling, probably worried about her job.
"Anastasia, right, you're new." The girl nods. "So this is your first time finding me like this! Don't worry, sweet girl, you aren't the first one and you won't be the last." He offers a wink to Geralt when he says that. The maid can only eep again. "Now you can join the betting pool with your coworkers - let me know how that is going when you have the chance, by the way. Am I being summoned because I haven't handed in today's report yet?" Anastasia nods again. "Tell them I'll be right there. Thank you, Anastasia."
The girl runs away as soon as Jaskier pronounces the first letter of her name, closing the door behind her a little stronger than her manners would usually allow her to. With a sigh, Jaskier unlocks his legs and starts buttoning up his doublet - thankfully, Geralt has done a good job so the hickeys are still visible.
"Sorry, my dear, duty calls. If we were staying here all winter I'd just ignore them, but if we want to leave tomorrow with decent coin I need to at least attempt to behave." He gently cups Geralt's face with both hands and gives him a sweet, tender kiss. "I love you. You've made me the happiest man alive today, and I'll show exactly how much later tonight. Will I see you at dinner?"
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Jaskier usually has better boner control than this. No, really. It'd be very inconvenient to have a hard-on in the middle of a performance, wouldn't it? Besides, you don't get a reputation with the ladies by quickly jumping on things. He enjoys the chase, the foreplay, the build-up. The art of seduction. But it's hard to stay in control when twenty years of pining, fantasies and sexual tension are crashing against him, manhandling him and growling because he likes the way he whispers in his ear.
So here he is, with a tent already in his pants. Geralt is over one hundred years old and has fucked the most powerful sorceress in the Continent. The fact Jaskier can provoke him with such simple words is a powerful thought that could almost make him come on the spot.
The virginal comment had definitely been a metaphor but damn if Geralt doesn't make him feel a bit like that. His toes curl inside his boots as the witcher starts working on the hickeys, Jaskier's body arching under it, his hips thrusting to get at least some pressure rubbed against his groin. His head is thrown back as much as possible to expose his neck and playful fingers try to rub Geralt's nipples through his shirt.
"You like that, don't you, oh White Wolf? You like, aah, Geralt-" Excuse him for a second to moan as dirtily as he can. "You like marking me as yours. You like making a claim."
Which is incredibly hot, and he would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasies about it. Would Geralt be just like a wolf? Wild, territorial, rough? Would he like to bite and mandhandle him? When Geralt was having a bad day over the world treating him like shit, Jaskier would feel a bit guilty for having those fantasies that played so much into witcher stereotypes and he would masturbate to more romantic thoughts instead: laying down with Geralt and giving him the kindness he deserves in a long session of soft love making filled with pretty words and kisses to his scars.
He will do that later, too, that's for sure. Jaskier is a versatile lover and when it comes to Geralt, he wants it all. For now though, he's feeling as desperate as his lover does, so he'll enjoy every second of what the the wolf has to offer him.
"Bravo, Master Witcher." He says with a grin when Geralt raises his chin to admire his neck as an artist would admire the paint they just applied. "You've made a canvas out of m-"
Knock knock. "Master Jaskier? Are you still-- eep!" The maid that has entered the room quickly turns around, but the red on her ears is still rather obvious.
Jaskier mumbles a bollocks but he isn't too surprised by this turn of events, and he replies casually while still having his hands on Geralt's chest and his legs around him. "My apologies, ah- who is it? Margaret? Gretel? I know it's not Rose-"
"It's Anastasia, Master Jaskier. And I should be the one to apologize..." She's nervous and trembling, probably worried about her job.
"Anastasia, right, you're new." The girl nods. "So this is your first time finding me like this! Don't worry, sweet girl, you aren't the first one and you won't be the last." He offers a wink to Geralt when he says that. The maid can only eep again. "Now you can join the betting pool with your coworkers - let me know how that is going when you have the chance, by the way. Am I being summoned because I haven't handed in today's report yet?" Anastasia nods again. "Tell them I'll be right there. Thank you, Anastasia."
The girl runs away as soon as Jaskier pronounces the first letter of her name, closing the door behind her a little stronger than her manners would usually allow her to. With a sigh, Jaskier unlocks his legs and starts buttoning up his doublet - thankfully, Geralt has done a good job so the hickeys are still visible.
"Sorry, my dear, duty calls. If we were staying here all winter I'd just ignore them, but if we want to leave tomorrow with decent coin I need to at least attempt to behave." He gently cups Geralt's face with both hands and gives him a sweet, tender kiss. "I love you. You've made me the happiest man alive today, and I'll show exactly how much later tonight. Will I see you at dinner?"