[ The human bard (not to be mistaken with a Bard) and his singing is one of the first things the Nein experiences when they enter the inn after dark, along with a room full of curious stares and a hearty round at the bar. Following a day of battling monsters, Fjord is aching all over and slumps in his chair by the hearth that their group commandeers in short order, picking at one of the roasted chickens that the servers bring out to their motley table. Once he's fed and watered, he finally pays attention to the song filling the room and then, inevitably, the human who owns the pretty voice. It really is a good voice too, something that can't be said for every bard in every town, and after hours fighting creatures that wanted to eat him and his friends, Fjord indulges in admiring the handsome human a bit longer than the songs allow.
The bard inevitably notices and introduces himself to their table with a friendly, open disposition that Fjord finds charming in the moment. He's always been the most attracted to forthright types with a pretty smile so it's all too easy to flirt with Jaskier, as he calls himself, and invite him up to his room to finish his drink. Fjord finished his a while ago, not the most subtle of half-orcs as his gaze flicks between the human's soft mouth and batting lashes, and he's too exhausted to tiptoe around what he wants; Jaskier's sharp enough to get the message, he thinks, leading him upstairs.
Gods, he hopes the guy is. It's been a while (long enough for two tusks to grown back in, specifically), since Fjord did this. ]
[ Another town, another inn, and another chance to spread the word about the White Wolf. Geralt wasn't around, busy helping the locals get rid of a pair of drowners terrorizing the river, but Jaskier wasn't worried either. That kind of job was easy compared to their usual category of monsters and he knew that Geralt would be back by the morning. In the meantime, Jaskier had been singing all sorts of songs, from ballads to more raunchy ones, getting them some much-needed extra coin.
By the end of his performance, he was still buzzing with pent up energy, chatting with the patrons and keeping an eye on the muscular man with the pretty green skin. Before it even registered that his feet were moving, Jaskier found himself by the man's side, smiling and chatting him up, wanting to know more about him. A little later, as he follows Fjord up to his room, the bruntte ponders if he clearly has a type when it comes to men and if having golden eyes it's a deal-breaker.
Not like the rest of the warriors isn't fascinating. Jaskier has to fight the urge to reach out and brush his hand over Fjord's cheek, to nuzzle his neck and kiss his jawline. He manages to keep his hands to himself until they're finally away from prying eyes and in the comfort of the other man's room. Jaskier leaves his lute on the flor carefully, by the door, and turns to him, an easy smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. ]
Gods, are you tall... [ Going by the hearty tone held on the bard's voice, it's far from a complaint He has to stand a little on his tiptoes when he comes close and brushes his lips against Fjord's, close, so very close, but not yet kissing him. ] And such sharp fangs. [ Again, not a complaint. ]
[ He's found himself a human with a fetish, which is adorable. Fjord's large hands encircle a pair of narrow hips on the bard to drag him in close, letting him explore as he pleases. Their lips brush and he catches the tip of a tusk on Jaskier, gentle about it. ]
Got a thing for half-orcs, friend?
[ No judgement, just an amused smile as noses align and bump, getting a feel for their differences. ]
Ah, careful with those. [ He admonishes gently, clearly just for show. The next moment Jaskier is pressing his lips againts Fjord's rigth tusk, leaving a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Tilting his head to the side, he nips at the man's lower lip, all but asking for a proper kiss.
He leans his body againts the muscular chest when Fjord pulls him close, hands wandering up his bicepts, the curve of his neck. Curious but unhurried. The nuzling is nice and Jaskier enjoys taking his sweet time with things, with people, finds joy in figuring out what brings them pleasure. ]
You're the first one I've ever meet. But one has to start somewhere, right? [ Jaskier flashes him a smile in such unapologetic way that it is its own brand of charming. ] Got a thing for bards? We do have very talented mouths and skilled fingers
[ Since Jaskier is being handsy Fjord takes the opportunity too, feeling out the curves of that slender body as he runs his hands around the swell of an ass, raking nails over a clothed thigh. He pauses when chastised for his tusk, humming low when the cheeky guy pecks it with a kiss, and starts tugging him to the edge of the bed. With the brunt of Fjord's armour discarded earlier when the room was purchased for the night he only has his pants and sleeveless shirt on, arms bare for Jaskier's investigations. He may never be an enormous orc but for a half-blood he's comfortable these days with his physique, being a Paladin of the Wildmother and swinging a giant sword around has certainly helped with her blessing. ]
I've never bedded down with a bard before. Pardon me if I'm eager to see how that sweet voice tastes awhile.
[ Jaskier gets his kiss at last with a hungry lick past those chatty lips, Fjord's tusks more of an issue than anticipated as he opens his mouth. ]
[ He can't have all that expanse of muscle and beauty in front of him and not touch, especially because it comes with a nice personality attached. Jaskier might not be as impressive but he's spent years and year traveling on foot, dancing and running around, and does have some muscles and a flat stomach. Pretty nice legs too if Fjord's hand decide to wander even lower, but right now Jaskier liked the where they are, kneading his ass. It makes moving to the bed a bit of a difficulty but the room isn't that big and they're eager to get there.
Jaskier's clothes are fancier, a sapphire shade blue with gold embroidery on the neck and cuffs, for no other reason than he likes colorful things. In his profession, being eye-catching is a must. The doublet looks easy enough to take off, It''s already half unlaced and Fjord would only have to pull at the rest of the strings to get it open.
The bard likes kissing, that much is obvious, but the tusks turn out to be a challenge. It's good, he likes those as well. Jaskier lifts his hand to Fjord's head, cupping the curve of his jaw and tilting his head lightly as he angles his own to the side. That should make it easier for both of them and the bard hums against his mouth, pressing their tongues against each other. Once they break apart to breathe, he pushes Fjord lightly on the stomach, trying to get him to sit on the bed so Jaskier can straddle his lap. ]
Gods forbid I stop you from indulging in your first bard to your heart content. I hope I don't disappoint you.
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( witcher/critrole crossover-verse )
The bard inevitably notices and introduces himself to their table with a friendly, open disposition that Fjord finds charming in the moment. He's always been the most attracted to forthright types with a pretty smile so it's all too easy to flirt with Jaskier, as he calls himself, and invite him up to his room to finish his drink. Fjord finished his a while ago, not the most subtle of half-orcs as his gaze flicks between the human's soft mouth and batting lashes, and he's too exhausted to tiptoe around what he wants; Jaskier's sharp enough to get the message, he thinks, leading him upstairs.
Gods, he hopes the guy is. It's been a while (long enough for two tusks to grown back in, specifically), since Fjord did this. ]
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By the end of his performance, he was still buzzing with pent up energy, chatting with the patrons and keeping an eye on the muscular man with the pretty green skin. Before it even registered that his feet were moving, Jaskier found himself by the man's side, smiling and chatting him up, wanting to know more about him. A little later, as he follows Fjord up to his room, the bruntte ponders if he clearly has a type when it comes to men and if having golden eyes it's a deal-breaker.
Not like the rest of the warriors isn't fascinating. Jaskier has to fight the urge to reach out and brush his hand over Fjord's cheek, to nuzzle his neck and kiss his jawline. He manages to keep his hands to himself until they're finally away from prying eyes and in the comfort of the other man's room. Jaskier leaves his lute on the flor carefully, by the door, and turns to him, an easy smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. ]
Gods, are you tall... [ Going by the hearty tone held on the bard's voice, it's far from a complaint He has to stand a little on his tiptoes when he comes close and brushes his lips against Fjord's, close, so very close, but not yet kissing him. ] And such sharp fangs. [ Again, not a complaint. ]
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Got a thing for half-orcs, friend?
[ No judgement, just an amused smile as noses align and bump, getting a feel for their differences. ]
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He leans his body againts the muscular chest when Fjord pulls him close, hands wandering up his bicepts, the curve of his neck. Curious but unhurried. The nuzling is nice and Jaskier enjoys taking his sweet time with things, with people, finds joy in figuring out what brings them pleasure. ]
You're the first one I've ever meet. But one has to start somewhere, right? [ Jaskier flashes him a smile in such unapologetic way that it is its own brand of charming. ] Got a thing for bards? We do have very talented mouths and skilled fingers
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I've never bedded down with a bard before. Pardon me if I'm eager to see how that sweet voice tastes awhile.
[ Jaskier gets his kiss at last with a hungry lick past those chatty lips, Fjord's tusks more of an issue than anticipated as he opens his mouth. ]
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Jaskier's clothes are fancier, a sapphire shade blue with gold embroidery on the neck and cuffs, for no other reason than he likes colorful things. In his profession, being eye-catching is a must. The doublet looks easy enough to take off, It''s already half unlaced and Fjord would only have to pull at the rest of the strings to get it open.
The bard likes kissing, that much is obvious, but the tusks turn out to be a challenge. It's good, he likes those as well. Jaskier lifts his hand to Fjord's head, cupping the curve of his jaw and tilting his head lightly as he angles his own to the side. That should make it easier for both of them and the bard hums against his mouth, pressing their tongues against each other. Once they break apart to breathe, he pushes Fjord lightly on the stomach, trying to get him to sit on the bed so Jaskier can straddle his lap. ]
Gods forbid I stop you from indulging in your first bard to your heart content. I hope I don't disappoint you.