[ The kiss is eager, and Geralt responds in kind, cupping the back of John's head. Pressed between them, the silver wolf on its chain grows warm.
Long fingers draw another rough noise from him, caught in his chest, and he digs a little harder into John's shoulder—narrow but well-defined. He's careful to withhold his true strength, leaving behind only the faintest imprint from his nails. Perhaps it doesn't matter in the Horizon where nothing will follow them out, but it's real enough while they're here, each breath ghosting over his skin and the heat that continues to unfurl inside him.
It's thoughtless to fall into the steady rhythm. His blood thrums. Beneath the shadow of his lowered lashes, darkened veins spiderweb around his eyes for a blink, then fade—easily missed. He doesn't notice himself, too distracted by. Everything. And those fucking hands.
John's previous caution seems to have been laid well to rest. Geralt isn't complaining at all. ]
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Long fingers draw another rough noise from him, caught in his chest, and he digs a little harder into John's shoulder—narrow but well-defined. He's careful to withhold his true strength, leaving behind only the faintest imprint from his nails. Perhaps it doesn't matter in the Horizon where nothing will follow them out, but it's real enough while they're here, each breath ghosting over his skin and the heat that continues to unfurl inside him.
It's thoughtless to fall into the steady rhythm. His blood thrums. Beneath the shadow of his lowered lashes, darkened veins spiderweb around his eyes for a blink, then fade—easily missed. He doesn't notice himself, too distracted by. Everything. And those fucking hands.
John's previous caution seems to have been laid well to rest. Geralt isn't complaining at all. ]