[ He manages to kick off one muddy boot before he falls back on the bed, sinking into plush pillows and cool sheets. His arm slips under John, not quite lifting but steadying with a casual strength that says he could easily bear the weight of a grown man.
A hum rumbles deep in his chest. He turns his head, granting more of his throat for John to explore. Geralt runs warm as it is, and his blood has only grown hotter. His fingers scrabble for purchase in John's hair, tangling in them until more locks tumble out of the ribbon. It's been some time since he's had somebody new—and though he's a creature of habit, of old comforts, he finds a different familiarity in mapping uncharted territory. Listening for the telltale hitches in breath, a skipped heartbeat.
As John settles more atop him, Geralt hooks his leg over, tangling them together. He lifts his hips. A flame burns low in his belly. Brief thoughts of drawing things out pass through before he decides, fuck it. He dislodges his other boot and loosens the top button of his trousers. ]
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A hum rumbles deep in his chest. He turns his head, granting more of his throat for John to explore. Geralt runs warm as it is, and his blood has only grown hotter. His fingers scrabble for purchase in John's hair, tangling in them until more locks tumble out of the ribbon. It's been some time since he's had somebody new—and though he's a creature of habit, of old comforts, he finds a different familiarity in mapping uncharted territory. Listening for the telltale hitches in breath, a skipped heartbeat.
As John settles more atop him, Geralt hooks his leg over, tangling them together. He lifts his hips. A flame burns low in his belly. Brief thoughts of drawing things out pass through before he decides, fuck it. He dislodges his other boot and loosens the top button of his trousers. ]