That you're delicate? She already knows, I'm sure.
[ His hand to Jaskier's cheek is mock-gentle.
He is not quite hard again so soon, but give him a bit more time. In the meanwhile, there's pleasure elsewhere flooding him as Jaskier dances his way around. It's slick warmth, cooling on his skin when Jaskier's fingers move away.
Impatient, he wraps his hand around Jaskier's wrist, guiding those fingers closer, coaxing them actually in him already. He might tease Jaskier about delicacy, but neither of them are, and Geralt sure as fuck is not. He just wants, here and now. Feels like he's been teased to death. ]
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[ His hand to Jaskier's cheek is mock-gentle.
He is not quite hard again so soon, but give him a bit more time. In the meanwhile, there's pleasure elsewhere flooding him as Jaskier dances his way around. It's slick warmth, cooling on his skin when Jaskier's fingers move away.
Impatient, he wraps his hand around Jaskier's wrist, guiding those fingers closer, coaxing them actually in him already. He might tease Jaskier about delicacy, but neither of them are, and Geralt sure as fuck is not. He just wants, here and now. Feels like he's been teased to death. ]