[ Annoying as all hell—but Geralt is pleased with the result, with the fingers twisting in his hair. He releases Jaskier's cock and squeezes his backside instead.
A sizeable handful.
Geralt pulls his trousers off the rest of the way, impatiently kicking off his boots. Shoves the clothes off the bed into a scattered pile next to the sleepy gryphon. When he kisses Jaskier again, it's rough, wanting, and an invitation for Jaskier to be as rough as he likes in return. Maybe he's just in a mood, maybe he wants to end the night too worn out to harbour any thoughts. In the end, what does it matter?
Only that they're equally satisfied. And he knows they will be. ]
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[ Annoying as all hell—but Geralt is pleased with the result, with the fingers twisting in his hair. He releases Jaskier's cock and squeezes his backside instead.
A sizeable handful.
Geralt pulls his trousers off the rest of the way, impatiently kicking off his boots. Shoves the clothes off the bed into a scattered pile next to the sleepy gryphon. When he kisses Jaskier again, it's rough, wanting, and an invitation for Jaskier to be as rough as he likes in return. Maybe he's just in a mood, maybe he wants to end the night too worn out to harbour any thoughts. In the end, what does it matter?
Only that they're equally satisfied. And he knows they will be. ]