[John is not ashamed of his body. It has served him well enough all of his life, he may as well be grateful for it. He has survived being shot and stabbed. A canon’s explosion and the subsequent surgeries to remove what shrapnel they could from his chest. He is older now than he once was, but still fit, honed from a life spent riding on horseback and training with swords and guns. Living in a time of war. He may have been born to nobility, but in his heart Lord John Grey has always been, yes. A soldier.
He shudders at the brush of warm lips against his skin, the fingers of his free hand moving to tangle in the hair at the back of Geralt’s head and simply hold him there for a moment. He too wishes for more though, so at Geralt’s urging, he moves. Pressing one hand down flat against the bed to support his weight and use as leverage, as he climbs up onto the bed to straddle Geralt’s lap. It is a somewhat precarious position but he has years of riding practicing training the exact muscles that he needs. And somehow, he doubts Geralt is about to let him fall.
Tipping his head forward, he presses his own lips against Geralt’s shoulder. Strands of his hair, loosened now thanks to the earlier attention, slipping free from its tie to hang loose in his face and tease against the other man’s skin as he moves.]
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He shudders at the brush of warm lips against his skin, the fingers of his free hand moving to tangle in the hair at the back of Geralt’s head and simply hold him there for a moment. He too wishes for more though, so at Geralt’s urging, he moves. Pressing one hand down flat against the bed to support his weight and use as leverage, as he climbs up onto the bed to straddle Geralt’s lap. It is a somewhat precarious position but he has years of riding practicing training the exact muscles that he needs. And somehow, he doubts Geralt is about to let him fall.
Tipping his head forward, he presses his own lips against Geralt’s shoulder. Strands of his hair, loosened now thanks to the earlier attention, slipping free from its tie to hang loose in his face and tease against the other man’s skin as he moves.]