cointosser: ([205 - S3])
Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-01-30 06:27 am (UTC)

A perfect monster, one might say.

Another unsteady breath comes from lips already plumped from Jaskier scraping his lips over them. Oh, she's certainly going to kill him tonight. It shall be a heavenly death, shan't it?

"I leave the decision in your hands." Since his, currently, are busy. And honestly, so is his mind -- which is mostly screaming with everything he wants, and with that little voice telling him to run, and the much larger piece that has always dominated, delighting in the presence of someone so powerful, who especially adores him. There's a particular power in that.

His fingers shake not with fear, but anticipation. He finds the draw of her dress, slowly undoing it so the fabric loosens. Then his hands move over her shoulders, moulding against them as he helps to shift the straps off, laying a kiss where each shoulder becomes bare.

Jaskier moves to his knees as he aids the dress in its descent, landing kisses on her belly, her hips. "And next?"

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