Jaskier stays still, trying to look relaxed and casual, but his heart starts to beat faster the longer Geralt goes on without speaking. He's hard to read on the best of days but Jaskier likes to think he's gotten a little better at figuring out his body language with the years. The lack of mockery or demeaning words is a good sign, not like he really believes Geralt would be so cruel. The intense golden eyes staring at him make the bard think of being a deer prey to a wolf, only in a good way. He can't look away either. Satisfaction curls in his belly at Geralt's surprised reaction to the collar and Jaskier gets some of his confidence back, returning the Witcher's smile easily.
"I'd rather you didn't, not until you have enjoyed it fully." Geralt can tear the clothes off of him if that's what he wants, it would be kind of attractive too, but they are indeed expensive and Jaskier feels good in them. Pretty. Maybe not the word a man should be using but 'handsome' doesn't quite fit and he wanted to look pretty for Geralt. He wonders if anybody else ever wanted the same thing.
He sunlight coming through the open window catches on Jaskier's brown hair when he tilts his head up, following Geralt's movements and wishing that the man's hand too roamed over his body. 'I'm not anxious!' burns at the tip of his tongue but it's such an obvious lie that not even Jaskier can make it work. He's sure Geralt can smell it on him when he lies, anyway, so there's that as well.
"I've never dressed like this for anybody. I wasn't sure if it would be to your liking." Jaskier shifts on the bed, kneeling on the mattress directly in front of Geralt, and reaches out for one of his hands. He places the collar there, looking up at him with a coy smile and the start of a blush over his cheekbones. It's not like him to be shy but when it comes to Geralt, he often feels like he's navigating intimacy for the first time. "You said that blue flatters me."
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"I'd rather you didn't, not until you have enjoyed it fully." Geralt can tear the clothes off of him if that's what he wants, it would be kind of attractive too, but they are indeed expensive and Jaskier feels good in them. Pretty. Maybe not the word a man should be using but 'handsome' doesn't quite fit and he wanted to look pretty for Geralt. He wonders if anybody else ever wanted the same thing.
He sunlight coming through the open window catches on Jaskier's brown hair when he tilts his head up, following Geralt's movements and wishing that the man's hand too roamed over his body. 'I'm not anxious!' burns at the tip of his tongue but it's such an obvious lie that not even Jaskier can make it work. He's sure Geralt can smell it on him when he lies, anyway, so there's that as well.
"I've never dressed like this for anybody. I wasn't sure if it would be to your liking." Jaskier shifts on the bed, kneeling on the mattress directly in front of Geralt, and reaches out for one of his hands. He places the collar there, looking up at him with a coy smile and the start of a blush over his cheekbones. It's not like him to be shy but when it comes to Geralt, he often feels like he's navigating intimacy for the first time. "You said that blue flatters me."