[It's a beautiful dance they've gone through so many times. Jaskier kisses him back, pushing into every angle of his body, tangled up with him. It is so much heavier in here, he thinks; the past weeks weighing them down, fluttering at the edges of their mind. Waiting to press in at just the right moment.
So they kiss with an intensity that Jaskier knows will leave his lips buzzing with a gentle numbness. He coaxes Geralt's legs to curl tighter. He thrusts deeper, bites at his neck until their mouths are dragged back together.
Until their foreheads press together.
Jaskier gives a breathless, soft laugh.] I still -- [He breathes between thrusts, biting Geralt's lip.] -- wouldn't mind -- a compliment.
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So they kiss with an intensity that Jaskier knows will leave his lips buzzing with a gentle numbness. He coaxes Geralt's legs to curl tighter. He thrusts deeper, bites at his neck until their mouths are dragged back together.
Until their foreheads press together.
Jaskier gives a breathless, soft laugh.] I still -- [He breathes between thrusts, biting Geralt's lip.] -- wouldn't mind -- a compliment.