That groan vibrates all around Jaskier's cock, making him go from soft sweet nothings to moaning Geralt's name rather loudly, his hand pulling at white hair without meaning to. He's about to apologize again but looking down, it doesn't seem Geralt minds it. In fact...
"You like that, my wolf?"
His grip on Geralt's hair tightens - it's not too strong to really hurt, only tight enough for that delicious friction that some tugging can cause. Jaskier knows, he likes hands on his hair when he gives oral as well. Hopefully Geralt won't hesitate to grab him when he finally puts his mouth on that mighty cock later.
It doesn't end there, though - it seems Geralt likes it a bit rougher, because he's now pulling in harder. After another moaned fuck, Jaskier gets the message and starts moving faster, his hips giving quick and short thrusts as any last attempts of control he had are lost to pleasure. Words stop forming sentences, Jaskier just runs through a cycle of yes, fuck, so good and Geralt's name in between groans.
He had told Geralt that two decades of pining and not having an orgasm for weeks (not counting that sad wank) have left him more sensitive than usual, and he meant it. His speed picks up because his desperation is finally allowed to run wild, chasing that sweet little death that has been avoiding him. He can already feel his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and his thighs shaking as they try to keep supporting his body, which is quickly coming undone under Geralt's warm mouth. Every muscle, every bone, every pore of his skin is already tingling, and Jaskier knows he can't hold it any longer.
"Geralt... 'M close..."
Ah, but they agreed on spilling in his mouth, right? And Jaskier loves coming inside, something not every lover of his had been up to.
The witcher's name leaves his lips as he thrusts his hips one last time and stays buried as he comes, hand pushing Geralt's head to keep him in place as he spills into that lovely throat. To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Jaskier is loud when he orgasms as well, groaning as he feels that powerful wave of pure bliss reach every corner of his body, making his toes curl and his mind go completely blank for a few seconds. Head thrown back and eyes closed, everything around him stops existing for a moment except for that wonderful, peaceful feeling of raw satisfaction.
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"You like that, my wolf?"
His grip on Geralt's hair tightens - it's not too strong to really hurt, only tight enough for that delicious friction that some tugging can cause. Jaskier knows, he likes hands on his hair when he gives oral as well. Hopefully Geralt won't hesitate to grab him when he finally puts his mouth on that mighty cock later.
It doesn't end there, though - it seems Geralt likes it a bit rougher, because he's now pulling in harder. After another moaned fuck, Jaskier gets the message and starts moving faster, his hips giving quick and short thrusts as any last attempts of control he had are lost to pleasure. Words stop forming sentences, Jaskier just runs through a cycle of yes, fuck, so good and Geralt's name in between groans.
He had told Geralt that two decades of pining and not having an orgasm for weeks (not counting that sad wank) have left him more sensitive than usual, and he meant it. His speed picks up because his desperation is finally allowed to run wild, chasing that sweet little death that has been avoiding him. He can already feel his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and his thighs shaking as they try to keep supporting his body, which is quickly coming undone under Geralt's warm mouth. Every muscle, every bone, every pore of his skin is already tingling, and Jaskier knows he can't hold it any longer.
"Geralt... 'M close..."
Ah, but they agreed on spilling in his mouth, right? And Jaskier loves coming inside, something not every lover of his had been up to.
The witcher's name leaves his lips as he thrusts his hips one last time and stays buried as he comes, hand pushing Geralt's head to keep him in place as he spills into that lovely throat. To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Jaskier is loud when he orgasms as well, groaning as he feels that powerful wave of pure bliss reach every corner of his body, making his toes curl and his mind go completely blank for a few seconds. Head thrown back and eyes closed, everything around him stops existing for a moment except for that wonderful, peaceful feeling of raw satisfaction.