[ 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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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. ]