It takes Jaskier a moment to react. It's not like he doesn't remember, he definitely does, he isn't forgetting that night any time soon. But the sudden topic of conversation takes him by surprise, catches him unprepared. He can only blink for a couple of seconds until he finally murmurs an "oh".
Geralt approaches the horses, leaving him behind like the big coward he is, and Jaskier curses under his breath and hurries after him, feeling his heart getting stuck in his throat. Nobody else can cause that in him, only Geralt. Once upon a time, the Countess de Stael had been close, but not even her was a love this raw and passionate. This intimate and trusting. Jaskier had bedded her and hasn't bedded Geralt yet, but he can still say that any sign of trust from the witcher has meant more than burying his face between her thighs.
Jaskier has always looked for true love. He falls for everyone he meets and has fun with them, burns through crushes faster than Roach burns through sugar cubes. They're temporary, but that doesn't make them any less real, and he's left a piece of his heart with each them. What he's always sought, however, is someone to give his whole heart to. Someone that wouldn't cage him and would keep his interest after a week, a month, a year.
He found it when he was 18.
So he's absolutely honest when he replies, "It's alright, Geralt. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." Once he reaches Geralt's side, he grabs a witcher hand between both of his and gives it a squeeze. "I'll expect you to respect my preferences, and you can trust me to respect yours as well."
He comes even closer, pressing his whole body against Geralt's to remind him he's here and he belongs to him. He even drops a little kiss to the corner of the witcher's mouth, probably overwhelming Geralt with a deep sweet scent. Usually saying 'no thanks' to a particular kink shouldn't be a big deal, but this is Geralt and well...
"I know how hard is for you to tell me your wants, my dear witcher, so thank you for telling me this. Although I'm curious to know what prompted you to bring up the subject so suddenly." Now frowning a little, he tilts his head, blue eyes squinting a bit. "Have you been thinking about this since we left Rinde?"
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Geralt approaches the horses, leaving him behind like the big coward he is, and Jaskier curses under his breath and hurries after him, feeling his heart getting stuck in his throat. Nobody else can cause that in him, only Geralt. Once upon a time, the Countess de Stael had been close, but not even her was a love this raw and passionate. This intimate and trusting. Jaskier had bedded her and hasn't bedded Geralt yet, but he can still say that any sign of trust from the witcher has meant more than burying his face between her thighs.
Jaskier has always looked for true love. He falls for everyone he meets and has fun with them, burns through crushes faster than Roach burns through sugar cubes. They're temporary, but that doesn't make them any less real, and he's left a piece of his heart with each them. What he's always sought, however, is someone to give his whole heart to. Someone that wouldn't cage him and would keep his interest after a week, a month, a year.
He found it when he was 18.
So he's absolutely honest when he replies, "It's alright, Geralt. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." Once he reaches Geralt's side, he grabs a witcher hand between both of his and gives it a squeeze. "I'll expect you to respect my preferences, and you can trust me to respect yours as well."
He comes even closer, pressing his whole body against Geralt's to remind him he's here and he belongs to him. He even drops a little kiss to the corner of the witcher's mouth, probably overwhelming Geralt with a deep sweet scent. Usually saying 'no thanks' to a particular kink shouldn't be a big deal, but this is Geralt and well...
"I know how hard is for you to tell me your wants, my dear witcher, so thank you for telling me this. Although I'm curious to know what prompted you to bring up the subject so suddenly." Now frowning a little, he tilts his head, blue eyes squinting a bit. "Have you been thinking about this since we left Rinde?"