[ Fortunate and unfortunate. Every sword has two edges. (Deep down, Geralt knows full well every time, he chose to be there for Jaskier. Because Jaskier asked.)
Hadn't realized there was anything to be won or lost, though. If Jaskier were to say it, Geralt would tell him they both seem to be winning here. He leans into the kiss, one hand resting on the small of Jaskier's back. His eyes fall shut for a moment. The smell of saltwater stirs in the breeze, and he can smell the sage and sandalwood on Jaskier, too.
It isn't quite right to say he missed this. He's always had it. Maybe more...that he especially fucking needs it now. ]
I could use a... [ Hm. Jaskier's hand wraps around him, warm and heavy. A curl of heat winds through him. ] Firm reminder.
nsfw.
Hadn't realized there was anything to be won or lost, though. If Jaskier were to say it, Geralt would tell him they both seem to be winning here. He leans into the kiss, one hand resting on the small of Jaskier's back. His eyes fall shut for a moment. The smell of saltwater stirs in the breeze, and he can smell the sage and sandalwood on Jaskier, too.
It isn't quite right to say he missed this. He's always had it. Maybe more...that he especially fucking needs it now. ]
I could use a... [ Hm. Jaskier's hand wraps around him, warm and heavy. A curl of heat winds through him. ] Firm reminder.
[ A good use for those hands. ]