Jaskier hums when Geralt rubs the nape of his neck, melting under the kindness and sensitivity of the touch - he can already picture their future together, cuddling in bed or just sitting by the fire, Geralt offering gentle affection. Once an impossible dream, now a reality he can look forward to.
The humming becomes a groan, however, when Geralt speaks again. Jaskier's hips give an extra hard thrust as he drops his forehead on Geralt's shoulder, his mind overwhelming him with the mental images, his ego and his heart full of love for this man both growing ten times bigger at the idea of Geralt finding him coming foreplay enough.
"Fuck, Geralt. Destroying this poor bard with his own weapon, aren't you?" Words, he means.
Usually he wouldn't be hesitating this much - multiple orgasms isn't anything particularly kinky, in fact, he would call at least two his standard. Side-effects of fucking a witcher, he supposes, especially after the talk they just had. And especially because he knows how Geralt's mind works. He isn't second guessing the idea, he's just worried about the why behind it.
Speaking of their recent conversation... he should be trusting Geralt in return, shouldn't he? But he can't help it, it feels like witcher logic is a shadow that haunts them. Which isn't Geralt's fault. Once again, Jaskier pulls his head back to look at his lover eye to eye as both his hands cup the witcher's face. Blue eyes search gold (his favorite color, oh how lucky he is) for any kind of silly thoughts, he ends up licking his lips and whimpering a bit when he finds raw lust in them. For him.
"Fiiiiine. Fine! It's not something I would've ever thought I would have to think about twice - I mean, who would? Multiple orgasms! Being the center of your attention! An instant yes, really! I should be ashamed of myself right now!" He shakes his head, mostly at himself, but then he pecks Geralt's lips. "I just want you to be reassured that this is for our fun and pleasure, my dear, and not because I mind waiting for you. Understood?"
Remember to trust me, his tone says. He kisses Geralt again then, intending to start a good and proper make-out, but as his hands leave the witcher's face to make their way down, he realizes something. If he's going to come more than once tonight, well... he would like to keep his orgasms varied, then. Do all the things he's dreamed about doing for so long. Okay, not all of them, that will take all winter. But at least a few.
Would it be too soon to ask, he wonders as he breaks the kiss to worry his lower lip for a second. It's not like it's something super kinky but... oh, to hell with it. Obviously Geralt is talking dirty to him - may as well take the chance and do the dirty too.
"I spill in your mouth, you spill in my ass. I like the sound of that, love." Another term of endearment, said with a low tone full of promise and need. His calloused fingers find Geralt's nipples and start playing with them as he makes his request. "As for the third one-- would you allow me to spill on your gorgeous chest?"
He pinches both nipples then, showing exactly how much he likes them. Which is a lot.
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The humming becomes a groan, however, when Geralt speaks again. Jaskier's hips give an extra hard thrust as he drops his forehead on Geralt's shoulder, his mind overwhelming him with the mental images, his ego and his heart full of love for this man both growing ten times bigger at the idea of Geralt finding him coming foreplay enough.
"Fuck, Geralt. Destroying this poor bard with his own weapon, aren't you?" Words, he means.
Usually he wouldn't be hesitating this much - multiple orgasms isn't anything particularly kinky, in fact, he would call at least two his standard. Side-effects of fucking a witcher, he supposes, especially after the talk they just had. And especially because he knows how Geralt's mind works. He isn't second guessing the idea, he's just worried about the why behind it.
Speaking of their recent conversation... he should be trusting Geralt in return, shouldn't he? But he can't help it, it feels like witcher logic is a shadow that haunts them. Which isn't Geralt's fault. Once again, Jaskier pulls his head back to look at his lover eye to eye as both his hands cup the witcher's face. Blue eyes search gold (his favorite color, oh how lucky he is) for any kind of silly thoughts, he ends up licking his lips and whimpering a bit when he finds raw lust in them. For him.
"Fiiiiine. Fine! It's not something I would've ever thought I would have to think about twice - I mean, who would? Multiple orgasms! Being the center of your attention! An instant yes, really! I should be ashamed of myself right now!" He shakes his head, mostly at himself, but then he pecks Geralt's lips. "I just want you to be reassured that this is for our fun and pleasure, my dear, and not because I mind waiting for you. Understood?"
Remember to trust me, his tone says. He kisses Geralt again then, intending to start a good and proper make-out, but as his hands leave the witcher's face to make their way down, he realizes something. If he's going to come more than once tonight, well... he would like to keep his orgasms varied, then. Do all the things he's dreamed about doing for so long. Okay, not all of them, that will take all winter. But at least a few.
Would it be too soon to ask, he wonders as he breaks the kiss to worry his lower lip for a second. It's not like it's something super kinky but... oh, to hell with it. Obviously Geralt is talking dirty to him - may as well take the chance and do the dirty too.
"I spill in your mouth, you spill in my ass. I like the sound of that, love." Another term of endearment, said with a low tone full of promise and need. His calloused fingers find Geralt's nipples and start playing with them as he makes his request. "As for the third one-- would you allow me to spill on your gorgeous chest?"
He pinches both nipples then, showing exactly how much he likes them. Which is a lot.