Not gonna lie, that annoyed noise at the break amuses Jaskier greatly, and it strokes his ego just right as well. To have someone desperately want him like this drives him crazy, and Jaskier relishes the feeling of it hitting so many needs of his - not only sexual ones, but also his need to be liked, desired, seen... and of course, to be the center of attention.
Geralt makes him feel like he's the center of his whole world.
They're both suffering of blue balls at the moment, so Jaskier saves the knowledge of those desperate sounds for a later occasion, wanting to experiment and see how much he could tease his lover, drive him mad in return, see if he can make Mr Mighty Witcher lose control. For now, he's perfectly happy to feel how well those nipples respond to his fingers, ears tingling at that wonderful groan - he's learning to play Geralt, and the music he's getting out of him is glorious.
His proposal is accepted, which definitely pleases him, but he isn't ready to see what comes next: Geralt lying down, baring himself open and vulnerable for him, giving him full control of the situation. His dick twitches at the glorious sight, his heart swells at this unfiltered demonstration of trust. It's at times like this when he wonders how could they doubt each other and argue about things when it's so fucking obvious how much they need and love (pear!) each other.
"Bloody hell, Geralt."
His voice comes out a little hoarse, throat almost dry at this turn of events. It's the tap on his ass that snaps him out of his staring, and once again he can't help giggling. Oh, this shall be a marvelous night worthy of a thousand ballads!
Jaskier raises on his knees and does start moving closer, but at a slow pace - his hands falls on Geralt's abs and they stroke their way up across every scar and muscle, blue eyes devouring every inch of skin with their staring, a whimper occasionally escaping whenever his dick brushes the witcher's body.
"What a gorgeous sight you make, my wolf. Sharper than a serpent's tooth, stronger than a whole army, more sensual than the curviest whore."
It should be reciting yet it almost comes out as begging thanks to the amount of raw need in his words. Jaskier's knees finally land against Geralt's armpits, and his hand reaches out to run his fingers through white hair before grabbing the witcher's chin, allowing a calloused thumb to brush those lips.
"You're the most erotic thing I've ever had the pleasure of bedding." He never stops looking right into golden eyes with the heaviest intensity, absolutely enthralled by this new side of Geralt, one that is getting engraved in his mind forever. His thumb sneaks between the witcher's lips as his free hand grabs his own erection to guide it to Geralt's mouth, the contact causing him to hiss. "Be a dear and open up for me, love. And if at any moment you need to stop, just pinch my thigh, understood?"
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Geralt makes him feel like he's the center of his whole world.
They're both suffering of blue balls at the moment, so Jaskier saves the knowledge of those desperate sounds for a later occasion, wanting to experiment and see how much he could tease his lover, drive him mad in return, see if he can make Mr Mighty Witcher lose control. For now, he's perfectly happy to feel how well those nipples respond to his fingers, ears tingling at that wonderful groan - he's learning to play Geralt, and the music he's getting out of him is glorious.
His proposal is accepted, which definitely pleases him, but he isn't ready to see what comes next: Geralt lying down, baring himself open and vulnerable for him, giving him full control of the situation. His dick twitches at the glorious sight, his heart swells at this unfiltered demonstration of trust. It's at times like this when he wonders how could they doubt each other and argue about things when it's so fucking obvious how much they need and love (pear!) each other.
"Bloody hell, Geralt."
His voice comes out a little hoarse, throat almost dry at this turn of events. It's the tap on his ass that snaps him out of his staring, and once again he can't help giggling. Oh, this shall be a marvelous night worthy of a thousand ballads!
Jaskier raises on his knees and does start moving closer, but at a slow pace - his hands falls on Geralt's abs and they stroke their way up across every scar and muscle, blue eyes devouring every inch of skin with their staring, a whimper occasionally escaping whenever his dick brushes the witcher's body.
"What a gorgeous sight you make, my wolf. Sharper than a serpent's tooth, stronger than a whole army, more sensual than the curviest whore."
It should be reciting yet it almost comes out as begging thanks to the amount of raw need in his words. Jaskier's knees finally land against Geralt's armpits, and his hand reaches out to run his fingers through white hair before grabbing the witcher's chin, allowing a calloused thumb to brush those lips.
"You're the most erotic thing I've ever had the pleasure of bedding." He never stops looking right into golden eyes with the heaviest intensity, absolutely enthralled by this new side of Geralt, one that is getting engraved in his mind forever. His thumb sneaks between the witcher's lips as his free hand grabs his own erection to guide it to Geralt's mouth, the contact causing him to hiss. "Be a dear and open up for me, love. And if at any moment you need to stop, just pinch my thigh, understood?"