"Hm," Geralt says, and this is a particularly thoughtful sort of hm, a sound that indicates that he has just learned something interesting and intends to commit it to memory. Jaskier practically yelped when he started paying attention to his balls, and Geralt found the sudden jump in his voice and the desperate rutting of his hips to be quite appealing. The bard's cock twitches, and there's a clear bead of precome on the head of it that the witcher considers tasting. Perhaps he tastes as good as he smells.
He would like to taste all of Jaskier, really. As much as the bard will allow him. And if he has more than one orgasm in him for a night, well, there's no reason why Jaskier couldn't have one or two of them while Geralt's cock is still trying to catch up.
There's a quiver to the bard's voice when he speaks, and it's a more pleasing sound than all of his white wolf ballads, and one that Geralt selfishly wants to keep for himself. His lips press against Geralt's scarred shoulder and he knows that they're soft and warm despite not being able to directly feel it, as the scar that he presses them to has nothing but deadened nerves. Claw marks from a beast that had gotten a lucky strike in, back before he had a bard to take care of his injuries for him. While he lays kisses to unfeeling skin, Geralt slides his hand to the back of Jaskier's neck, running his thumb across the nape of it, right along his hairline.
Jaskier's skin is very fine there, at the nape of his neck. Delicate, and Geralt is acutely aware of how easy it would be to hurt him. He keeps his grip loose, forces his touch into unaccustomed gentleness.
"A few is fine," he says. "You can spill down my throat on the first, come on my fingers for the second, and I'll fuck you for the third."
It's a good plan. A solid plan. And Geralt always performs best when he has clear, well-defined goals to strive for, and he is, if nothing else, an efficient tool. He can be as efficient in giving pleasure as he is with killing monsters, and he's far more comfortable with giving pleasure than receiving it. It's possibly an ideal situation-- a set of tasks for Geralt to complete with all the single-minded focus of a witcher, and with the only death at the end of it a few very pleasant little deaths.
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He would like to taste all of Jaskier, really. As much as the bard will allow him. And if he has more than one orgasm in him for a night, well, there's no reason why Jaskier couldn't have one or two of them while Geralt's cock is still trying to catch up.
There's a quiver to the bard's voice when he speaks, and it's a more pleasing sound than all of his white wolf ballads, and one that Geralt selfishly wants to keep for himself. His lips press against Geralt's scarred shoulder and he knows that they're soft and warm despite not being able to directly feel it, as the scar that he presses them to has nothing but deadened nerves. Claw marks from a beast that had gotten a lucky strike in, back before he had a bard to take care of his injuries for him. While he lays kisses to unfeeling skin, Geralt slides his hand to the back of Jaskier's neck, running his thumb across the nape of it, right along his hairline.
Jaskier's skin is very fine there, at the nape of his neck. Delicate, and Geralt is acutely aware of how easy it would be to hurt him. He keeps his grip loose, forces his touch into unaccustomed gentleness.
"A few is fine," he says. "You can spill down my throat on the first, come on my fingers for the second, and I'll fuck you for the third."
It's a good plan. A solid plan. And Geralt always performs best when he has clear, well-defined goals to strive for, and he is, if nothing else, an efficient tool. He can be as efficient in giving pleasure as he is with killing monsters, and he's far more comfortable with giving pleasure than receiving it. It's possibly an ideal situation-- a set of tasks for Geralt to complete with all the single-minded focus of a witcher, and with the only death at the end of it a few very pleasant little deaths.
"Watching you come will be foreplay enough."