[ When has Jaskier not said too much? He shakes his head. Jaskier, he considers, actually keeps a lot of secrets where they matter. Like everything to do with his Child Surprise. What really happened at the edge of the world.
His eyes are lowered while he traces the scar and when he looks back up, they land on Jaskier's lips. Hm. For the moment, he's content to let Jaskier do as he will, and if that includes pressing entirely too intimately against him, so be it. He rests one hand on Jaskier's hip, the lightest touch of his fingers. He will not say he isn't enjoying it. Or at least he finds it all...a novelty. Not Jaskier making it clear what he wants, but this. The morbid decor and music that pulses too fucking loud and the amount of liquor he can smell around him. It's a bit much. Were it not all in the Horizon, he'd be far more tense. But in here, it's safe enough and he's found if he focuses a bit, some of the overwhelming noise fades.
He certainly has no trouble hearing Jaskier or noticing how warm he feels.
This time, he's the one who catches Jaskier by the arm. A beat as he studies the bard turned succubus before him. Then he leans in and kisses him without ceremony. It's deep and unhurried and when he pulls away, a glint shines back in the yellow glow of his eyes. Like he's saying there's room to find out, perhaps, exactly how on the nose that answer is, but—not tonight.
(Funny, that it's been in the Horizon both times, that they've kissed. A part of him thinks, if he'll have it, he wants it out there. In the real world. Because that's the one thing that's never in doubt between them, isn't it? And he's so fucking tired of it being in constant question.) ]
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His eyes are lowered while he traces the scar and when he looks back up, they land on Jaskier's lips. Hm. For the moment, he's content to let Jaskier do as he will, and if that includes pressing entirely too intimately against him, so be it. He rests one hand on Jaskier's hip, the lightest touch of his fingers. He will not say he isn't enjoying it. Or at least he finds it all...a novelty. Not Jaskier making it clear what he wants, but this. The morbid decor and music that pulses too fucking loud and the amount of liquor he can smell around him. It's a bit much. Were it not all in the Horizon, he'd be far more tense. But in here, it's safe enough and he's found if he focuses a bit, some of the overwhelming noise fades.
He certainly has no trouble hearing Jaskier or noticing how warm he feels.
This time, he's the one who catches Jaskier by the arm. A beat as he studies the bard turned succubus before him. Then he leans in and kisses him without ceremony. It's deep and unhurried and when he pulls away, a glint shines back in the yellow glow of his eyes. Like he's saying there's room to find out, perhaps, exactly how on the nose that answer is, but—not tonight.
(Funny, that it's been in the Horizon both times, that they've kissed. A part of him thinks, if he'll have it, he wants it out there. In the real world. Because that's the one thing that's never in doubt between them, isn't it? And he's so fucking tired of it being in constant question.) ]