[ He wraps his spare hand around the bedpost, Jaskier fucking him hard enough to creak and rattle. A curse falls from his lips.
He knows it so well now. There is nothing new here, between he and Jaskier; he does not want anything new or different. He just wants this, Jaskier inside him, the thick swell of him, the smell of rosemary and sage. Heat turns his skin warm, coils in his stomach. His toes curl.
When he gasps, his breath stutters. Jaskier's weight is a familiar one atop him. He leans up to kiss him. Their foreheads brush, and he allows them to touch—a soft gesture that, in this moment, he does not mind giving into. ]
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He knows it so well now. There is nothing new here, between he and Jaskier; he does not want anything new or different. He just wants this, Jaskier inside him, the thick swell of him, the smell of rosemary and sage. Heat turns his skin warm, coils in his stomach. His toes curl.
When he gasps, his breath stutters. Jaskier's weight is a familiar one atop him. He leans up to kiss him. Their foreheads brush, and he allows them to touch—a soft gesture that, in this moment, he does not mind giving into. ]