[ And a little harried it is; where Geralt's movements are normally deliberate, precise, he's now much looser—hand hovering in the air once John takes over undoing the fastenings. For a beat, he simply watches. Then he drops it, gripping the pillow beneath while John makes quick work of the rest.
He wants it. He wants a lot, but he makes no move to demand more. Curiosity overtakes pure desire; he's interested to see what John will do next. When he turns back to catch those lips wandering over his jaw, there's a glint in his eye and a faint tilt to the corner of his mouth. Because he heard it. The small noise of appreciation. The foreign curse that slipped free as careful fingers curled around his cock.
He drags in a sharp breath. His eyes flutter. Fuck. ] Fuck.
[ Far too much fabric still. He yanks his trousers fully off and consigns them to the rug below. Better. Nearly. There's John left, but he leaves it for now, satisfying himself with another kiss as he pushes into the hand between his legs. ]
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He wants it. He wants a lot, but he makes no move to demand more. Curiosity overtakes pure desire; he's interested to see what John will do next. When he turns back to catch those lips wandering over his jaw, there's a glint in his eye and a faint tilt to the corner of his mouth. Because he heard it. The small noise of appreciation. The foreign curse that slipped free as careful fingers curled around his cock.
He drags in a sharp breath. His eyes flutter. Fuck. ] Fuck.
[ Far too much fabric still. He yanks his trousers fully off and consigns them to the rug below. Better. Nearly. There's John left, but he leaves it for now, satisfying himself with another kiss as he pushes into the hand between his legs. ]