[ He gives a scoffing laugh in return. Yes, yes. He's no doubt Nadine said those things. Must they wax poetic over it right now? ]
Jaskier. [ He arches his back, hips rising. ] Your finger isn't in me to fish for fucking compliments.
[ Fishing other things out of him, though. A soft groan that he bites back on instinct, because Geralt doesn't hold back, but he never quite lets go entirely, either.
He's not pushy anymore. Just grips Jaskier, sinking into the pillows as a rush of pleasure fills him from head to toe. It's familiar, the rhythm and pulse, because Jaskier knows how he likes it and he knows how Jaskier enjoys going about it. Words aside, there's plenty of compliment in the way he sucks in a breath, letting his eyes roam over Jaskier's body. It's a good view. ]
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Jaskier. [ He arches his back, hips rising. ] Your finger isn't in me to fish for fucking compliments.
[ Fishing other things out of him, though. A soft groan that he bites back on instinct, because Geralt doesn't hold back, but he never quite lets go entirely, either.
He's not pushy anymore. Just grips Jaskier, sinking into the pillows as a rush of pleasure fills him from head to toe. It's familiar, the rhythm and pulse, because Jaskier knows how he likes it and he knows how Jaskier enjoys going about it. Words aside, there's plenty of compliment in the way he sucks in a breath, letting his eyes roam over Jaskier's body. It's a good view. ]