[Not even now, when Jaskier is giving him the greatest pleasure imaginable, can Geralt throw him a fucking bone.
He's somehow still delighted by it. It's so very Geralt. Jaskier cannot possibly understand what Yennefer sees in him, beyond his beautiful, thick body and heady fucking abilities. And hair a man could get tangled up in.
Jaskier shivers. He simply nods, catching Geralt's lips in a kiss as he strikes deeper, true every stroke. His nails pull at the sheets when he does, in fact, reach his peak, but he is only human. They don't tear under the force.
Once he's spent, he looks down at Geralt expectantly, hot and wet the only things with the space to be caught between them.] Well?
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He's somehow still delighted by it. It's so very Geralt. Jaskier cannot possibly understand what Yennefer sees in him, beyond his beautiful, thick body and heady fucking abilities. And hair a man could get tangled up in.
Jaskier shivers. He simply nods, catching Geralt's lips in a kiss as he strikes deeper, true every stroke. His nails pull at the sheets when he does, in fact, reach his peak, but he is only human. They don't tear under the force.
Once he's spent, he looks down at Geralt expectantly, hot and wet the only things with the space to be caught between them.] Well?