[ CLOSED ] eyes black, big paws

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: March
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Catch-all
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon; nsfw marked.


and it's poison in his blood;
we took you right from your mother's womb;

discontinued | quantifies | starters below.

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[iustise]

[John lies bare before him at last, wanting and unashamed for the knowledge of it. Unashamed of his body, for all its scars and imperfections. The one side of his chest heavily crossed with scars of varying ages. His left forearm is also scarred from the duel, as is the top of one thigh, deep and long. The scars do not bother him overmuch. He would be far more bothered if he had not survived the injuries that had caused them, after all.

Laying back, he watches with anticipation as Geralt moves over his body. Shivering slightly as he teases, fingers and breath ghosting over skin already sensitized by desire.

When at last Geralt reaches the mark, John cannot help the choked, breathless noise that slips from his lips. Fingers scrambling to fist in the coverlet of the bedspread, needing a lifeline to hold onto, before this is over far too quickly.]

[gynvael]

[ Over the decades, Geralt has acquired and forgotten an endless stream of bodies warming his bed. It's nothing about them; they just aren't meant for more than a night or two amongst his many. Only a handful does he commit to memory—and he decided, early on, that John falls under the latter.

He will remember those choked noises, the knuckles turned white as they grasp the sheets. The ripple of tension running through.

Geralt sinks lower, eyes meeting the man beneath him. The taste of salt and something far more unique to John rests heavy against his tongue. His hands have not stopped exploring. He wanders towards the sensitive places his mouth can't reach: under, over, coaxing forth more sounds. ]

[iustise]

[John's eyes meet the other man's briefly, the light blue of them darkened with the pleasure of the sensation building within him. And then Geralt's hands are moving, and he cannot help the way his body responds, almost unbidden. Eyelids fluttering shut, he arches into the touch. Body taught as a bowstring ready for release.]

Geralt--

[He pants, fingers clenching tighter against the sheets, breath catching in his chest. Against the tightness in his lung that sometimes bothers him after that business with the canon explosion, but he frankly doesn't give a flying fuck about any of that right now. His singular focus on the press of Geralt mouth and fingers on his skin.]

Please.

[gynvael]

[ 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. ]

[iustise]

[John’s body tenses as he climaxes, fingers reaching to tangle in Geralt’s hair, his breath releasing in a deep moan of pleasure. He lies bonelessly underneath the other man for a long moment as he slowly comes back to himself, before taking in another deep breath and prying open one eye to peer up at him. Face more than slightly flushed from both pleasure and now, the knowledge of the intimacy they have shared. His lips curl sideways in a smile before he bites his lip and self-consciously loosens his fingers from Geralt’s hair, dropping his hand to cover his face for a moment with a breathless laugh.]

Good god.

[He laughs again, taking in another deep breath before uncovering his face to peer up at Geralt, blue eyes twinkling in mirth.]

I had been disappointed that we were interrupted so soon the other night, but now…

[They certainly would not have been able to do this.]

[gynvael]

[ Time slows for a brief moment. Geralt slides off, wiping a hand across his mouth before falling back beside John with careless grace. His limbs are loose, and he pays no attention to the continued storm outside.

Disappointed. The confession brings a faint curl to his lips. No. He imagines it'd have been far more difficult to convince John to open up amidst the crowded pavilion.

And Geralt prefers a soft bed, anyhow. Easier on the knees. ]

So you're glad I came? [ It's not a real question. He tucks one arm under his head, satisfied. A shame they're separated by miles. The distance isn't uncommon, but his inability to travel there is a fact he'll never get used to.

Still. They have got this.

He hums, reflecting on that night. ] You made a charming distraction. Worth watching.

[iustise]

[John turns on his side, flicking an eyebrow up at the question. Firstly, does he really even need to ask? Of course he is glad Geralt sought him out like this. That the other man was just as dissatisfied by the way things had ended before as he had been. Secondly, had he phrased it that way on purpose, the cad.

He watches the way Geralt sprawls, comfortable in the moment, and wonders whether it would be too presumptuous or forthright of him to touch him again so soon. At all? He understands that some men have certain ideas of what relations with men ought to be, but then again Geralt did just use his mouth on him, so he has already crossed that line.]

Did you find yourself distracted by my charms as well? [He quirks his lips slightly, a gentle tease. Watching implies he had not had his attention fully on his task, after all.]

wrap soon? 🎀

[gynvael]

[ Geralt makes a soft noise in response. ] Now you're fishing.

[ Perhaps he was a little distracted. He can do two things at once. As John might've discovered tonight.

He's loath to leave so quickly, so he doesn't. There isn't anything waiting for him right now, and John seems in no hurry, either. He can stay for a bit. Listen to the crackling fire and the beat of John's heart. If John's hands stray towards him, Geralt will not complain. Despite his surface tendencies, he's surprisingly receptive about being touched. At least amongst those he likes. ]

Let's hope the sunless lands don't close for too long.

[ In case John had any doubts that he fully intends to do this again. ]