He asks before capturing that thumb in his mouth to start sucking on it, blue eyes fixed on gold during the whole deal - challenge accepted, they say. Truth to be told, Geralt is right, Jaskier is able to make noise even while giving blowjobs. In fact, it's hard for him to stay silent right now too, even when it's just a thumb, because he wants to express how much he enjoys doing this, and he knows the vibrations add to the experience as well.
But he has a point to make.
Thin lips wrap around the whole thumb, tongue licking its entire length from all sides as Jaskier's hands matches the movement inside Geralt's pants. When his mouth finally pulls back, it stays for a minute at the tip, sucking on it and making a show of licking the edge where nail meets skin before letting go completely. Looking incredibly smug, Jaskier licks his lips as well.
"In case you've forgotten, darling, I just happen not to go in for that." Silence, he means in a little throwback to their first day together. His voice lowers to a sultry tone filled with lust when he remembers Rinde, and isn't that ironic? "Fuck, Geralt, trust me when I say I haven't forgotten about it. I'll be incredibly noisy when I take up that offer, how could I not? Having you on your knees in front of me..."
With a little whimper escaping this throat at the memory, he kisses Geralt again, more desperate than ever, arousal thick in his scent. His hips thrust as well, trying to find at least a little bit of friction, anything to keep his body from exploding with desire. Ignoring his need for Geralt hadn't been easy the last twenty years, but at least he was able to distract his boners in other beds. It turns out that actually having Geralt for himself and not being allowed to enjoy him is far more frustrating. We're of limited means right now, Geralt said, and Jaskier can't disagree - but even if they don't fuck tonight, they can at least get each other off at last. First orgasm together, the thing he's been wanting since he was eighteen.
No more interruptions.
"Have you ever even sucked cock before, Geralt?" The question is murmured against the witcher's neck as Jaskier starts dropping little kisses on pale skin, pushing his hand a little lower to try and get Geralt's balls a an extra incentive, since only stroking seems not to be doing much. "Have you been with a man in any way, I wonder." He has known Geralt is like him, a lover of both sexes, for a while now - but he's never known the details. Still not getting any kind of reaction in his hand, his fingers slow down, his voice loses the eroticism, starting to gain an edge of nervousness. "Have you ever enjoyed the touch that only a man can truly--"
It's not everyday that Jaskier loses track of his string of poetic babbling, but he's getting really worried now. The last four times, he's blamed the lack of boner on the fact they didn't go too far. Now though, well-- he can't possibly be this bad at it, right? He knows he has a bit of an ego (only a bit, Jask?), but even dropping any exaggerations about his skills, he would like to think he's been doing a decent job in foreplay not to get even a little reaction in return.
He pulls back his hand, looking at Geralt with a frown and his head tilted. He promised on the trials that made him that it isn't pity, Jaskier reminds himself, but his stomach still turns with doubt.
"Geralt? Do you even like the male touch? My touch? I cannot seem to get you going and it isn't exactly encouraging."
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He asks before capturing that thumb in his mouth to start sucking on it, blue eyes fixed on gold during the whole deal - challenge accepted, they say. Truth to be told, Geralt is right, Jaskier is able to make noise even while giving blowjobs. In fact, it's hard for him to stay silent right now too, even when it's just a thumb, because he wants to express how much he enjoys doing this, and he knows the vibrations add to the experience as well.
But he has a point to make.
Thin lips wrap around the whole thumb, tongue licking its entire length from all sides as Jaskier's hands matches the movement inside Geralt's pants. When his mouth finally pulls back, it stays for a minute at the tip, sucking on it and making a show of licking the edge where nail meets skin before letting go completely. Looking incredibly smug, Jaskier licks his lips as well.
"In case you've forgotten, darling, I just happen not to go in for that." Silence, he means in a little throwback to their first day together. His voice lowers to a sultry tone filled with lust when he remembers Rinde, and isn't that ironic? "Fuck, Geralt, trust me when I say I haven't forgotten about it. I'll be incredibly noisy when I take up that offer, how could I not? Having you on your knees in front of me..."
With a little whimper escaping this throat at the memory, he kisses Geralt again, more desperate than ever, arousal thick in his scent. His hips thrust as well, trying to find at least a little bit of friction, anything to keep his body from exploding with desire. Ignoring his need for Geralt hadn't been easy the last twenty years, but at least he was able to distract his boners in other beds. It turns out that actually having Geralt for himself and not being allowed to enjoy him is far more frustrating. We're of limited means right now, Geralt said, and Jaskier can't disagree - but even if they don't fuck tonight, they can at least get each other off at last. First orgasm together, the thing he's been wanting since he was eighteen.
No more interruptions.
"Have you ever even sucked cock before, Geralt?" The question is murmured against the witcher's neck as Jaskier starts dropping little kisses on pale skin, pushing his hand a little lower to try and get Geralt's balls a an extra incentive, since only stroking seems not to be doing much. "Have you been with a man in any way, I wonder." He has known Geralt is like him, a lover of both sexes, for a while now - but he's never known the details. Still not getting any kind of reaction in his hand, his fingers slow down, his voice loses the eroticism, starting to gain an edge of nervousness. "Have you ever enjoyed the touch that only a man can truly--"
It's not everyday that Jaskier loses track of his string of poetic babbling, but he's getting really worried now. The last four times, he's blamed the lack of boner on the fact they didn't go too far. Now though, well-- he can't possibly be this bad at it, right? He knows he has a bit of an ego (only a bit, Jask?), but even dropping any exaggerations about his skills, he would like to think he's been doing a decent job in foreplay not to get even a little reaction in return.
He pulls back his hand, looking at Geralt with a frown and his head tilted. He promised on the trials that made him that it isn't pity, Jaskier reminds himself, but his stomach still turns with doubt.
"Geralt? Do you even like the male touch? My touch? I cannot seem to get you going and it isn't exactly encouraging."