[It may as well be a full conversation between them. He rises with Geralt's movement, but still clings to his hips, even if one hand slips over to squeeze the sizable chunk of his ass. Gods. It's a nice ass.
Not that he didn't know that already. It'd been many a night he spent rubbing chamomile oil on it.]
Tell me if -- [He shudders through a breath.] you need more.
[That's all he gives him. He raises Geralt's hips up just a hint more to strike the deepest angle, fucking him with rough, tight gasps as he bends over him. Curling enough to run his hands down his back, to lean over and kiss a scar. His tongue creeps out and licks it, just a bit. He has to, all right? It's been a fantasy.
It's there he sees exactly what Geralt's hand. Pumping himself, sliding along his cock in the most delectable fucking way. Jaskier curses, his forehead hitting Geralt's back as he curses, sharp, under his breath. If only he could fuck him and watch at the same time.]
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Not that he didn't know that already. It'd been many a night he spent rubbing chamomile oil on it.]
Tell me if -- [He shudders through a breath.] you need more.
[That's all he gives him. He raises Geralt's hips up just a hint more to strike the deepest angle, fucking him with rough, tight gasps as he bends over him. Curling enough to run his hands down his back, to lean over and kiss a scar. His tongue creeps out and licks it, just a bit. He has to, all right? It's been a fantasy.
It's there he sees exactly what Geralt's hand. Pumping himself, sliding along his cock in the most delectable fucking way. Jaskier curses, his forehead hitting Geralt's back as he curses, sharp, under his breath. If only he could fuck him and watch at the same time.]