[ His eyes fall shut at some point. His thighs ache, he's bumped his head against the headboard twice; none it matters a damn. He stops paying attention to how they're tangled up, not even to what Jaskier is doing. There's just pleasure winding through him, a jolting spark up his spine.
Oh, for fuck's—really? ]
Wouldn't you. [ He curls his fingers in Jaskier's hair. Pulls hard. His lips brush the shell of Jaskier's ear. ] Come first.
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Oh, for fuck's—really? ]
Wouldn't you. [ He curls his fingers in Jaskier's hair. Pulls hard. His lips brush the shell of Jaskier's ear. ] Come first.
[ Then maybe he'll say something nice. ]