Oh, that growl. It's always been inherently sexy, but now it's gotten ten times more erotic based solely on the fact Jaskier himself is provoking it with the mere touch of his foot on clothed dick. His whole body shivers at the sound, his own cock definitely reacting already, a semi already forming in his pants when Geralt grabs his ankle and opens his legs.
Laughing again, because gods, Geralt is dirty-talking to him and isn't that a pleasure, Jaskier does some leg opening of his own, the heels of his feet burying themselves in the mattress as he tries to look as inviting as possible. There's witcher everyone around him, surrounding him, but it doesn't intimidate him - this is the one cage the songbird doesn't mind. In fact, it's the one cage he enjoys playing in.
"In the battlefield, mayhap." He replies with a hushed, sultry tone right against Geralt's ear as his hands start working on the buttons of the witcher's pants with as much ease as they did on his own doublet. "But this is my playground, dear witcher. I can handle anything you throw at me." He nibbles on the lobe before speaking again. "Remember, darling: I've never been afraid of you."
And it's back to the kisses then, one on Geralt's ear before he starts making his way down to a very pale neck where pecks stop being pecks and the kisses become open mouthed, sucking and nibbling soon joining in an effort to leave his own mark on the witcher, the same way he had left hundreds on marks on Jaskier himself. Will it heal fast, part of him wonders, but even if the answer is yes, he'll keep at it. Because it's fun, because it's a turn-on, because it makes his heart race at the thought of the mighty wolf letting his little bird claim him like this.
Meanwhile, one of his hands makes its way inside Geralt's pants to grope at his groin through his smallclothes. Usually Jaskier isn't so quick to jump on that area, enjoying the sensuality of undressing and foreplay, but frustration is getting to him. He's been dying to touch Geralt like this since fucking Posada, that feeling only intensifying since he saw him naked for the first time, and so far since they got together, he hasn't even managed to get a witcher boner going. An appreciative hum vibrates against the witcher's neck as Jaskier starts stroking that bulge, letting Geralt know how much he likes the feeling of the third sword in his hand even while still clothed.
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Laughing again, because gods, Geralt is dirty-talking to him and isn't that a pleasure, Jaskier does some leg opening of his own, the heels of his feet burying themselves in the mattress as he tries to look as inviting as possible. There's witcher everyone around him, surrounding him, but it doesn't intimidate him - this is the one cage the songbird doesn't mind. In fact, it's the one cage he enjoys playing in.
"In the battlefield, mayhap." He replies with a hushed, sultry tone right against Geralt's ear as his hands start working on the buttons of the witcher's pants with as much ease as they did on his own doublet. "But this is my playground, dear witcher. I can handle anything you throw at me." He nibbles on the lobe before speaking again. "Remember, darling: I've never been afraid of you."
And it's back to the kisses then, one on Geralt's ear before he starts making his way down to a very pale neck where pecks stop being pecks and the kisses become open mouthed, sucking and nibbling soon joining in an effort to leave his own mark on the witcher, the same way he had left hundreds on marks on Jaskier himself. Will it heal fast, part of him wonders, but even if the answer is yes, he'll keep at it. Because it's fun, because it's a turn-on, because it makes his heart race at the thought of the mighty wolf letting his little bird claim him like this.
Meanwhile, one of his hands makes its way inside Geralt's pants to grope at his groin through his smallclothes. Usually Jaskier isn't so quick to jump on that area, enjoying the sensuality of undressing and foreplay, but frustration is getting to him. He's been dying to touch Geralt like this since fucking Posada, that feeling only intensifying since he saw him naked for the first time, and so far since they got together, he hasn't even managed to get a witcher boner going. An appreciative hum vibrates against the witcher's neck as Jaskier starts stroking that bulge, letting Geralt know how much he likes the feeling of the third sword in his hand even while still clothed.