[ The fire crackles at his back. The room might be ornate, but it's familiar enough. He encountered similar when he would meet Yennefer at her many abodes. It's inviting here. He can see why John is so fond of the place.
And he likes where John's hand is moving.
Beneath his cloak is the same black shirt he seldom changes, the buttons already partially undone. He guides John's fingers towards the ones that remain, taking a few steps back until he bumps against the bed.
John's heartbeat flutters in his ears. The fire is not the only thing warming the room, and Geralt's skin prickles. Desire is a simple thing for him. Men or women—as long as they both get what they need from it, as long as there are no complications, he's never thought twice. (Yennefer aside. That holds a myriad of complications. She's always been the exception in more ways than one.) ]
Is that so? [ His prodding is gentle. He tugs at the fabric tucked around John's neck, loosening the knot to pull it free. ] How glad?
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And he likes where John's hand is moving.
Beneath his cloak is the same black shirt he seldom changes, the buttons already partially undone. He guides John's fingers towards the ones that remain, taking a few steps back until he bumps against the bed.
John's heartbeat flutters in his ears. The fire is not the only thing warming the room, and Geralt's skin prickles. Desire is a simple thing for him. Men or women—as long as they both get what they need from it, as long as there are no complications, he's never thought twice. (Yennefer aside. That holds a myriad of complications. She's always been the exception in more ways than one.) ]
Is that so? [ His prodding is gentle. He tugs at the fabric tucked around John's neck, loosening the knot to pull it free. ] How glad?