[Alcohol isn't the best option to be hydrated, but he isn't going to go get them water, since he will immediately have to hear about how their obnoxiously loud sex is unappreciated by the guests. He also would have to put clothes on which is not going to happen. He is feeling too good and loose for that. Since Geralt gets up very early, he will probably slip out of bed while Jaskier sleeps it off and make a deal with the innkeeper. And bring up some food and water for the bard.
If he's sneaky enough he might go kill the monster while Jaskier's still sleeping. The sex will energize him and the clarification of their situation gives some measure of temporary peace. He'll feel like a fight and good kill when he gets up. He'll decide in the morning depending on how early he's unable to stay in bed. He doesn't want his bard to pout at him if he's gone when he wakes. But if he finishes the kill and makes the townsfolk content enough, he can come right back to bed and wake Jaskier up a delicious way. A problem for the morning.
Jaskier really does look fantastic when he's thoroughly fucked like this. He makes a very pretty figure. Geralt likes the feel of his eyes on him too; his body has always been something to fight and kill with. Jaskier's open admiration and attraction to it feels good. He doesn't have to flex to look more impressive; his muscles have muscles. He practically is always flexing. He's big and broad and he's all Jaskier's. He hmmms in reply to that and smirks, golden eyes warm.]
You stink of me even after several washings. My scent isn't leaving because of a cloth. [Geralt would know. Anyone with a nose like him could tell who Jaskier belongs to from a town over. He isn't disgusted by fluids of any kind, but it is a symbolic effort. It does make him feel a little better, being able to communicate through action. He likes to be reminded he's a man not a beast, which the latter can be more of a problem the longer he's apart from society and hostile toward it. Jaskier's solved that problem since the day they met.
He makes a snarling sound that's actually more of a content rumble, tilting his head up for the little kisses while his eyes stay shut. He is so very soft when it comes to the bard; it's important no one else ever knows. Except for Yennefer. She'll torment him enough over it. Geralt's eyes open after the peck to his mouth and he leans into it, kissing him a little deeper. He is definitely feeling well fucked and drowsy at the moment, which is rare and nice, and he tugs gently at the bard's arm so he'll stop being on his elbows and rest on Geralt instead.]
I am holding back. [He mumbles.] I could fuck you to death if I didn't hold back. [Geralt smirks and strokes his hair.] Take fucking note of that next time you're being a tease.
[ Jaskier wouldn't have let him leave the room anyway, water and angry innkeepers could wait until tomorrow. It was much better to stay in bed, basking in the afterglow of a good fuck and enjoying the warmth of each other bodies. The bed isn't completely broken either, truly a miracle under the circumstances.
The bad had planned to be the one tiring out Geralt but it comes as no surprise that things ended the other way around. It's late and he's exhausted int eh best of ways, he's probably going to sleep in like a rock, cocooned in the mess of blankets that smells like them until someone comes to disturb his peace. If he does wake up to an empty bed, he won't pout at Geralt...much. But he would, the Witcher is right on that assumption. That's a worry for tomorrow.
He replies to that hum with a pleased sound of his own, seeing Geralt relaxed, and loops an arm around his waist. Jaskier should probably feel grossed out about the whole scent thing, if they ever meet other Witchers this would be fun to explain, but instead, he just huffs out a laugh. The rumble he gets out of Geralt after the kisses make him smile so much his cheeks hurt.
Like a real wolf sometimes, Jaskier thinks, as they kiss. Lowering himself at Geralt's request, his cheek rest on the man's broad chest. Geralt makes a surprisingly comfy pillow and Jaskier feels safe there, he tells him as such out loud before he realizes the words have left his mouth. ]
Okay, point taken. But you're still very hot when you let go a bit. [ Just for that scolding, Jaskier pouts and lightly flick Geralt's right nipple with his finger. ] I will try to keep it in mind but I make no promises.
[ He snuggles even closer against the Witcher like he wants to burrow into him. He lets out a final long sigh at the fingers in his hair before closing his eyes. ]
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If he's sneaky enough he might go kill the monster while Jaskier's still sleeping. The sex will energize him and the clarification of their situation gives some measure of temporary peace. He'll feel like a fight and good kill when he gets up. He'll decide in the morning depending on how early he's unable to stay in bed. He doesn't want his bard to pout at him if he's gone when he wakes. But if he finishes the kill and makes the townsfolk content enough, he can come right back to bed and wake Jaskier up a delicious way. A problem for the morning.
Jaskier really does look fantastic when he's thoroughly fucked like this. He makes a very pretty figure. Geralt likes the feel of his eyes on him too; his body has always been something to fight and kill with. Jaskier's open admiration and attraction to it feels good. He doesn't have to flex to look more impressive; his muscles have muscles. He practically is always flexing. He's big and broad and he's all Jaskier's. He hmmms in reply to that and smirks, golden eyes warm.]
You stink of me even after several washings. My scent isn't leaving because of a cloth. [Geralt would know. Anyone with a nose like him could tell who Jaskier belongs to from a town over. He isn't disgusted by fluids of any kind, but it is a symbolic effort. It does make him feel a little better, being able to communicate through action. He likes to be reminded he's a man not a beast, which the latter can be more of a problem the longer he's apart from society and hostile toward it. Jaskier's solved that problem since the day they met.
He makes a snarling sound that's actually more of a content rumble, tilting his head up for the little kisses while his eyes stay shut. He is so very soft when it comes to the bard; it's important no one else ever knows. Except for Yennefer. She'll torment him enough over it. Geralt's eyes open after the peck to his mouth and he leans into it, kissing him a little deeper. He is definitely feeling well fucked and drowsy at the moment, which is rare and nice, and he tugs gently at the bard's arm so he'll stop being on his elbows and rest on Geralt instead.]
I am holding back. [He mumbles.] I could fuck you to death if I didn't hold back. [Geralt smirks and strokes his hair.] Take fucking note of that next time you're being a tease.
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The bad had planned to be the one tiring out Geralt but it comes as no surprise that things ended the other way around. It's late and he's exhausted int eh best of ways, he's probably going to sleep in like a rock, cocooned in the mess of blankets that smells like them until someone comes to disturb his peace. If he does wake up to an empty bed, he won't pout at Geralt...much. But he would, the Witcher is right on that assumption. That's a worry for tomorrow.
He replies to that hum with a pleased sound of his own, seeing Geralt relaxed, and loops an arm around his waist. Jaskier should probably feel grossed out about the whole scent thing, if they ever meet other Witchers this would be fun to explain, but instead, he just huffs out a laugh. The rumble he gets out of Geralt after the kisses make him smile so much his cheeks hurt.
Like a real wolf sometimes, Jaskier thinks, as they kiss. Lowering himself at Geralt's request, his cheek rest on the man's broad chest. Geralt makes a surprisingly comfy pillow and Jaskier feels safe there, he tells him as such out loud before he realizes the words have left his mouth. ]
Okay, point taken. But you're still very hot when you let go a bit. [ Just for that scolding, Jaskier pouts and lightly flick Geralt's right nipple with his finger. ] I will try to keep it in mind but I make no promises.
[ He snuggles even closer against the Witcher like he wants to burrow into him. He lets out a final long sigh at the fingers in his hair before closing his eyes. ]