[He would argue it's encouragement, not an order, but. All right, he's a little bossy. It happens when he's being teased. And when he's already losing, the grip on his own fingers turning tight.
It only grows tighter as she moves down his body. He opens his eyes, lifts his head, to watch all of that white hair sliding intimately down his skin, all the brighter than it's the direct opposite of the dark curls of his chest, down his groin, leading her to her. Ah. Destination.
Or, well. He's hoping it is, but he gave her control, and she can do with it what she wills, whether it's his satisfaction or only a tease.
Jaskier does sigh, though, a shudder running through him, as lips fall around him. At the sight of her face, taking what she wants. Fuck. How could a man not absolutely love the look of it?
His head falls back, her name far too close to a groan. It's taking everything in him not to reach for her hair. He won't lose. Yet.]
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It only grows tighter as she moves down his body. He opens his eyes, lifts his head, to watch all of that white hair sliding intimately down his skin, all the brighter than it's the direct opposite of the dark curls of his chest, down his groin, leading her to her. Ah. Destination.
Or, well. He's hoping it is, but he gave her control, and she can do with it what she wills, whether it's his satisfaction or only a tease.
Jaskier does sigh, though, a shudder running through him, as lips fall around him. At the sight of her face, taking what she wants. Fuck. How could a man not absolutely love the look of it?
His head falls back, her name far too close to a groan. It's taking everything in him not to reach for her hair. He won't lose. Yet.]