[ Please. He likes the breathless way it tumbles from John's lips, as though it can't be helped. Geralt lays his palm against a quivering thigh and flattens his tongue. There's a unique satisfaction in being the one to send John's heart racing, in knowing that it's both because of him and for him.
His eyes lower towards his task. The sheets bunch beneath his knees, damp and sticking to his skin. With all of his senses heightened, he can tell when John has reached his limits. Can smell it in the air, hear it in the stutter of his pulse.
Geralt doesn't draw things out past their welcome. He brings John right to the edge and over it. He does not hesitate over taking all of him, pays no mind to the faint ache running up his leg. Doesn't care if those fingers have moved to curl tight in his hair or if they're still gripping the sheets. None of that matters now that they're here. The breath he pulls through his nose is sharp and heavy, catching in his throat as he lets John finish. ]
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His eyes lower towards his task. The sheets bunch beneath his knees, damp and sticking to his skin. With all of his senses heightened, he can tell when John has reached his limits. Can smell it in the air, hear it in the stutter of his pulse.
Geralt doesn't draw things out past their welcome. He brings John right to the edge and over it. He does not hesitate over taking all of him, pays no mind to the faint ache running up his leg. Doesn't care if those fingers have moved to curl tight in his hair or if they're still gripping the sheets. None of that matters now that they're here. The breath he pulls through his nose is sharp and heavy, catching in his throat as he lets John finish. ]