This, without a doubt, is what true heaven is like. Geralt doesn't only accept Jaskier's need for afterglow cuddling, he also returns the affection. Not only he's putting an arm around him and indulges the kiss, he even laughs - huffed or not, it's a wonderful sound, one Jaskier will never get enough of.
Watching you is foreplay enough.
His whole body shivers - if he hadn't just orgasmed, his dick would be twitching at the words.
"Fuck, Geralt." He says with a little whimper as his face turns to nuzzle the hand on his cheek, drop a little kiss on it too. "You sure know how to compliment an artist."
And by an artist he means an attention whore - things that go hand in hand, to be fair, one and the same when it comes to Jaskier. This bard likes attention and praise, likes his ego to be rubbed just right, and being able to speed up a witcher's usually slow erection is as ego-inflating as it can be. His performance as a lover did that! Without magic or toys, just being essentially him. Once again, Geralt makes him feel like a king - empowered, loved, wanted, needed.
The most delicious pear he's ever had.
"Give a bard a rest, my dear, I'm not eighteen anymore." And even then it would take him more than five minutes to get it going again, come on. Jaskier leans in once again to drop some open-mouthed kisses on Geralt's sharp jaw and thick neck, both hands coming to rest on his chest as he presses his body even closer, one leg landing between the witcher's, grin wide at the feeling of that hardness against his thigh. Gotta remove those smallclothes asap, he thinks, but first- "And what do you mean 'it's not important'?" Indignant huff! "Your pleasure is always important to me. Speaking of..." He playfully pokes Geralt's side. "A not so pleasing grunt escaped you earlier when I was groping your magnificent chest. Did I do something you didn't enjoy?"
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Watching you is foreplay enough.
His whole body shivers - if he hadn't just orgasmed, his dick would be twitching at the words.
"Fuck, Geralt." He says with a little whimper as his face turns to nuzzle the hand on his cheek, drop a little kiss on it too. "You sure know how to compliment an artist."
And by an artist he means an attention whore - things that go hand in hand, to be fair, one and the same when it comes to Jaskier. This bard likes attention and praise, likes his ego to be rubbed just right, and being able to speed up a witcher's usually slow erection is as ego-inflating as it can be. His performance as a lover did that! Without magic or toys, just being essentially him. Once again, Geralt makes him feel like a king - empowered, loved, wanted, needed.
The most delicious pear he's ever had.
"Give a bard a rest, my dear, I'm not eighteen anymore." And even then it would take him more than five minutes to get it going again, come on. Jaskier leans in once again to drop some open-mouthed kisses on Geralt's sharp jaw and thick neck, both hands coming to rest on his chest as he presses his body even closer, one leg landing between the witcher's, grin wide at the feeling of that hardness against his thigh. Gotta remove those smallclothes asap, he thinks, but first- "And what do you mean 'it's not important'?" Indignant huff! "Your pleasure is always important to me. Speaking of..." He playfully pokes Geralt's side. "A not so pleasing grunt escaped you earlier when I was groping your magnificent chest. Did I do something you didn't enjoy?"