[ His lips curl upwards at the edges. The waves crash against the rocks. Under the moonlight, it's practically what Jaskier would call romantic.
Not that Geralt gives much thought to these matters.
He inhales deeply, breathes out against Jaskier's throat. The rhythm is one he is long familiar with. Jaskier knows what he likes and in return, he knows how Jaskier likes to do it, too. How he rolls his thumb and curls his palm and strokes. ]
As far as we know. [ He's only teasing. Doesn't appear to be sirens in these waters. Just the glowing blue crabs and the occasional fish. ]
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Not that Geralt gives much thought to these matters.
He inhales deeply, breathes out against Jaskier's throat. The rhythm is one he is long familiar with. Jaskier knows what he likes and in return, he knows how Jaskier likes to do it, too. How he rolls his thumb and curls his palm and strokes. ]
As far as we know. [ He's only teasing. Doesn't appear to be sirens in these waters. Just the glowing blue crabs and the occasional fish. ]