Jaskier is a wonderfully noisy bedpartner-- Geralt had once desired blessed silence from the bard, but that was before he knew what he sounded like when he was being kissed senseless, the way he drawled the witcher's name with a voice dripping with lust. Geralt swallows the noises that he makes in their kiss, every sigh and moan, and even adds a few of his own; Jaskier's hands are never still, wandering their way over his body and touching everything in their reach, wringing pleasure from him. His nails dig into Geralt's skin and he sighs, enjoys the brief sting of it as they leave half-moon marks on his chest. They wouldn't last for very long, but that's fine, Jaskier could try to leave whatever marks he wanted on his skin. If he tries very hard, maybe something would see the light of morning.
"Jaskier," he replies, his voice teasing and carrying an undercurrent of lust.
The bard's hips jerk against his fingers and that's... appealing, in many ways. He's sensitive and reacts to every little thing that Geralt does, twitches when he switches from rubbing the crown to thumbing underneath the frenulum, tracing his fingers along the thick veins of his shaft. He'd rarely had the time to really acquaint himself with any individual's member, since his only dalliances with men were in brothels and his time with them was paid for by the hour. Jaskier's cock, despite being fully erect, is surprisingly soft skinned-- steel wrapped in silk. Geralt thinks that he might like to put it in his mouth, if that would be something that Jaskier would be inclined towards.
He hums at the feeling of Jaskier's teeth in his neck, his hands still enthralled with his chest. And that's... interesting, he can understand why Jaskier would be drawn towards a woman's soft breasts, but it's odd that he would have that kind of regard for the witcher's own firm pectorals. Jaskier digs his fingers into a sore spot-- he'd overworked his muscles a little when he was repairing the western wall-- and Geralt grunts. He almost wishes that the bard had grabbed the chamomile oil, he could've used a massage.
"I don't see any reason to be disappointed by your desire," he says, and his hand slides further down until he's cupping Jaskier's balls, gently rolling them in his palm. "Come whenever it pleases you. I can wait until you're ready again."
Geralt himself is at about half-mast by now. Even if Jaskier came before he was ready, there would be some time before he was fully hard anyway, and he could be patient. He could wait and tease the bard until he's back to full hardness again and then continue their play.
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"Jaskier," he replies, his voice teasing and carrying an undercurrent of lust.
The bard's hips jerk against his fingers and that's... appealing, in many ways. He's sensitive and reacts to every little thing that Geralt does, twitches when he switches from rubbing the crown to thumbing underneath the frenulum, tracing his fingers along the thick veins of his shaft. He'd rarely had the time to really acquaint himself with any individual's member, since his only dalliances with men were in brothels and his time with them was paid for by the hour. Jaskier's cock, despite being fully erect, is surprisingly soft skinned-- steel wrapped in silk. Geralt thinks that he might like to put it in his mouth, if that would be something that Jaskier would be inclined towards.
He hums at the feeling of Jaskier's teeth in his neck, his hands still enthralled with his chest. And that's... interesting, he can understand why Jaskier would be drawn towards a woman's soft breasts, but it's odd that he would have that kind of regard for the witcher's own firm pectorals. Jaskier digs his fingers into a sore spot-- he'd overworked his muscles a little when he was repairing the western wall-- and Geralt grunts. He almost wishes that the bard had grabbed the chamomile oil, he could've used a massage.
"I don't see any reason to be disappointed by your desire," he says, and his hand slides further down until he's cupping Jaskier's balls, gently rolling them in his palm. "Come whenever it pleases you. I can wait until you're ready again."
Geralt himself is at about half-mast by now. Even if Jaskier came before he was ready, there would be some time before he was fully hard anyway, and he could be patient. He could wait and tease the bard until he's back to full hardness again and then continue their play.
"How many times are you able to come in a night?"