I knew it! I knew it, you stodgy bastard! You lying rat! [Of course, he already knew it. It doesn't matter. Jaskier is truly giddy in the aftermath of orgasm, no matter where he is, and his grin is at least half-drunk when he kisses Geralt, bites his lips, then falls to his side once they've deftly untangled.
Mog gives a curious meow, and Jaskier waves a hand at him.]
Well, do not worry, my friend. [He lays back, catching his breath, gone soft and glowing all to himself.] I will be here to fuck and sing at you for many, many years to come, as much as you may harden to hear it.
[The bed dips at their feet as something begins pawing at the side of the sheets, as if the gryphon knows the show has all ended. Jaskier ignores him.] Now I say we recover, we drink, and -- well, I may sing at you a bit tonight. I've been writing something new. Now you have to listen.
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I knew it! I knew it, you stodgy bastard! You lying rat! [Of course, he already knew it. It doesn't matter. Jaskier is truly giddy in the aftermath of orgasm, no matter where he is, and his grin is at least half-drunk when he kisses Geralt, bites his lips, then falls to his side once they've deftly untangled.
Mog gives a curious meow, and Jaskier waves a hand at him.]
Well, do not worry, my friend. [He lays back, catching his breath, gone soft and glowing all to himself.] I will be here to fuck and sing at you for many, many years to come, as much as you may harden to hear it.
[The bed dips at their feet as something begins pawing at the side of the sheets, as if the gryphon knows the show has all ended. Jaskier ignores him.] Now I say we recover, we drink, and -- well, I may sing at you a bit tonight. I've been writing something new. Now you have to listen.