cointosser: ([137 - S2])
Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-01-09 08:07 am (UTC)

It is nothing less than the highest of compliments.

As are the tight gasps that slip between his teeth, the hot breaths stolen between each movement, each thrust, each press of his thumbs deep into her skin. Jaskier has not so much as held back as not indulged in some things he enjoys -- and certainly marking his partner all over, so their aches and purpled skin the next day only firmly remind them of him, of what they did... especially if he can coax an encore.

"As you should," he jokes, kissing against the edge of her jaw, a beautiful curve as her head leans back. The pull of the vines stretches her arms back, displays perfectly the swooping wings of her collarbones, lifts her breasts, and the vines now that grow, unburdened by holding her arms, help to frame her hair perfectly around her head as well.

It's a painting. Truly. A painting he created. Every sound of pleasure and the shape her mouth takes when he strikes the deepest.

"As are you." He kisses her, offers the tease of his tongue, until he breaks for a breath. "You have me utterly, Nadine. Even if, in this moment, you are completely mine."

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