Geralt would have said once upon a time that this type of connection was impossible for him. He liked to say a lot of the time what wasn't normal for a witcher and therefore impossible. He walked a lonely road but it was one he found almost pride in, distancing himself from others. Renfri may have been a brief interlude, but she and the situation reminded him of the reasons he kept apart. And then Jaskier showed up. His life hasn't been the same since. He didn't know how to react to the bard and his attempts to chase him off failed completely. Then he decided he didn't want to chase him off ... and then he tried to. It took him time before he tried to burn his life down, which was pretty good for someone with tendencies toward self-destruction.
He really didn't realize how much he cared until the bard nearly died from his own reckless wish with the djinn. He met Yennefer then, but his emotions for Jaskier changed as well. It will be very difficult to go on without him, and he knows it is inevitable, but he will probably distance himself from humanity for a time again. Perhaps go home and lick his wounds until Vesemir kicked him out. But that's not what he's thinking about when he's inside of his bard. Those are the things that haunts his dreams and his broodier moments, and not in their bedroom ever.
He is in no way immune to Jaskier's lust for him. Just the way the bard looks at him can get him to warm. He doesn't blush but he does enjoy the look of it in his bard's face. It's sweet, an unexpected detail of their lovemaking that makes it unique. Geralt watches as Jaskier runs his finger through his own hair, moving so eagerly along with Geralt's intense thrusts. He likes the dirty talk, the way filthy things spill off of Jaskier's elegant tongue, and sometimes a little whisper from Jaskier can get him riled up no matter where they are. His compliments do the same. He knows his lover.
Geralt gets very territorial if his scent isn't on Jaskier. He's never felt so possessive of anyone in his life, and it calls to a feral side of him that he rarely feeds, and yet Jaskier encourages it. He lets Geralt come on him or rub up entirely against him, leaving marks, making it so that if they come across anyone with a supernatural nose would know who he belongs to. It is a protection, a clear mine back off sign to those potential threats, but mostly just an instinct. He doesn't often care about the same, he's marked by Jaskier in so many other ways, but he likes the idea of smelling like Jaskier when he's not around. Perhaps being claimed is as good as claiming.
"Fuck, you know I will," Geralt growls and he's already tumbling over the edge by the time Jaskier comes on him, which only heightens the orgasm as it lengthens and lingers. He is always impressed with how Jaskier still manages to rock against him when they fuck, despite how firmly he holds onto him or pins him. The bard is never passive. Geralt sighs as his body shakes with pleasant release, setting Jaskier's legs down. He hates moving out of him but he has to, but he doesn't go far, moving between Jaskier's legs so he can rest his body on top of him. He is careful not to put all of his weight down, instead focusing on kissing Jaskier.
He kisses him for some time, long and languid, making up for all the times he hesitated from giving extra affection when they were still in uncertain times. Geralt nuzzles his nose and then buries his face in Jaskier's neck for a few seconds, breathing him in and then precisely and sharply biting it. He didn't get a chance to before, so now he does, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue. Only after doing that does he roll off him, resting on his back for a moment and breathing, simply enjoying the aftermath before he cleans them up.
"Jaskier ...." His voice is a light rasp, turning to look at him, golden eyes hazy. "When we get to that better town, I'm going to get us a good room." Geralt reaches out with his hand, brushing the back of his rough fingers against Jaskier's soft cheek. "And I'm going to let you fuck me the way you want." He needs it to be in a more secluded place, he can't let it happen in public like this. Too unsafe. It's a promise he intends to keep because Jaskier hasn't pushed him in the least on it, but he knows the bard wants it, longs for it. And he does too, if with some nerves attached.
Noo, no need to apologize at all. We're all having bad days. Take care bb.
Jaskier might be in contact with his emotions but he often has too many for most people to handle and the extension of most of his relations amounts to one night stands and the Countess de Stael. None were long-lasting and Jaskier considers himself very lucky that he was lucky to find his match in Geralt, his true and only partner.
His gasps break off into drawn-out moans as they come and only Geralt's hands on his leg and hip keep him from arching off the bedroll. Jaskier feels almost feverishly, his thought hazy and the nerves of his whole body singing with relief and satisfaction. And yet, a though still prevails and there's a small smile on the bard's lips as Geralt gently moves his legs off of his shoulders. Mine, mine.
"Gods, you're magnificent." They're sweaty and flushed red, but the Witcher never looked better than when they've made love. Jaskier should not think of it in those terms but there's no denying it, in his hear, and he won't lie to himself. He is looking pretty wrecked himself, mouth bitten and hair in disarray, Geralt's seed cooling between his legs, and even panting as he speaks.
His arms immediately wrap around Geralt's shoulders once the man is within reach and they start kissing, one hand burying itself on the soft white hair, scratching at the scalp lightly. Everything is good with the world right now, Jaskier's body relaxed with pleasure, his mind fuzzing at the edges. He tilts his chin up to expose more of his neck when the other man nuzzles him and the bite catches him off guard. It gets the bard to squeak and then mewls, tugging at Geralt hair not to pull him off of him but to encourage. A wet tongue runs over the bite a second later and Jaskier makes a giggling sound at the tickling sensation, pleased that Geralt did some extra marking of his own.
After Geralt rolls off of him, Jaskier gives the Witcher abut five seconds before he's moving too, curling against the man's side and sliding a hand up his stained abs. He leans forward to place a kiss on his chest and then rests his chin there, looking up at him as Geralt cups his chin. Breath catches in his throat and Jaskier chews his bottom lip, eyes widening in wonder and darkening with interest. It's the second time that his partner catches him by surprise in the span of five minutes. Tilting his head, he leans into the touch and smiles.
I'd love it. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel...but tell me that again once we had a bath.
Once they had calmed down from their own orgasm and their brains aren't swimming on endorphins, it's what he means. It's not that he doesn't believe Geralt's words but he doesn't want the man to make promises on the heat of passion he might come to regret later. He knows Geralt would try to full fill them still and he wants his lover to be comfortable and to feel safe. Turning his face to the side, Jaskier kisses the palm of his hand.
Geralt thinks the only thing that kept him from claiming Jaskier earlier, without needing to be seduced in the first place, was never seeing him like this. His sex was out of sight out of mind for Geralt until one of the lovers' spouses showed up, but if he knew what Jaskier looked like after an orgasm, he would have wanted it sooner. Those pretty plump lips of his, swollen from a bite, blue eyes dazed, his hair properly sexed into a tousled state. He was aware the bard was attractive, but a damned incubus, no.
He doesn't repeat the compliment but the way he openly appreciates Jaskier's beauty says plenty. He is magnificent as well. Geralt grunts when Jaskier almost immediately is on him after he rests back, one side of his mouth curving in fondness. He has to clean them off, but he will indulge a few seconds more. He likes when Jaskier rests his chin on his chest; he can hear him breathing, hear his heartbeat.
He runs his thumb along Jaskier's bottom lip, enjoying the spark of interest in his bard's eyes at the offer. He is too blissful at the moment to fluster, but he would have. Geralt isn't certain he has the words to explain why he's hesitant at all, only that he knows he is. Jaskier's been the first person he's let fuck him in decades, and it was always impersonal, and what's between them is anything but. Due to his own failures (thankfully).
He hmms at that and his golden eyes are so gentle and warm. "You know that I don't change my mind based on when I've come last." Geralt cups the back of Jaskier's head and tugs, pulling him into a slow kiss full of meaning even he doesn't fully grasp. He stops the kiss before it includes too much interest and before he can get it in his head to start it up again. Instead he kisses Jaskier's forehead and pushes him lightly so he can get up
He pauses to take a moment to dip his finger into Jaskier's come on his skin, tasting it. He can wipe this off and he'll still know the smell, the taste, and it will linger. It's better that Jaskier smells of him, so others are warned off, so monsters avoid a witcher's scent, so this is solely for Geralt's benefit. He keeps his eyes on his lover and brings back water, offering it to Jaskier to drink. He wouldn't say he's always this attentive to his lovers, but it helps that Jaskier has encouraged his small gestures of it before to the point where he naturally does it now.
"I want to ride your cock and I'm going to." It is mildly said but sexually direct, and he runs his fingers through Jaskier's hair. He's going to. Once certain requirements are done and he won't feel as unprotected. "And we're both going to fucking love it." That said, he kisses Jaskier firmly, waiting until he's had some of the water before tugging lightly on his hair. "Back in the water we go. This time I won't throw you."
He is still a little playful so he smirks. "Probably."
They didn't have the chance to see each other in the heat of passion, sweaty and blissed out, until they decided to take the chance. Sharing a bath with the Witcher is now Jaskier's second favorite activity to do with Geralt and he's glad everything started that way.
Those days, Jaskier's well-fucked out moments are only for Geralt to see, and he also has all the bard's attention. Jaskier doesn't need Geralt to say that he likes what he sees, it's obvious enough. Despite his many past flings, very little people have looked at him the way Geralt does. As if he's worth keeping. As if he belongs to someone. Jaskier quite likes that look.
He likes curling around his partner's body even more, the offered trust and the desire. The confirmation that his partner won't change his mind is enough to get Jaskier a little flustered with future anticipation and looking very pleased. He puts all the affection he has to offer in the slow kiss they share, returning Geralt's own with enthusiasm. It ends all too quickly for his liking but he shifts away to give Geralt the room he needs to move, blue eyes looking intensely at the way the other man licks his fingers. There's a visible shudder racking through Jaskier's body at the view and then he smiles.
"I don't think you realize how hot that was. It's going to be on my mind forever. No songs would even make it justice...Not like I will write any!"
The reassurance is added quickly, just in case. After a flirty smile, Jaskier mutters a small thanks and takes the offered water. He hasn't realized how thirsty he was until then but he's no longer surprised that Geralt can anticipate his needs. He makes sure to leave some water for the other man too, handing him back the cup and then smiling at the hair ruffling.
"Fuck, yes. I mean...gods, I can't think of anything poetic when you say those kinds of things. Imagine I said something very charming." Jaskier leans in to place a small kiss on the curve of Geralt's jawline as soon as it is within reach. They don't seen to be able to keep their hands and mouths to themselves today.
"Hah. I can handle a probably. If you behave, I might run my fingers through your hair the way you like it. Let's go." He will do it anyway because he enjoys it as much as Geralt does. There's no one else he'd rather be than by the Witcher's side.
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givingexposition) wrote2020-01-03 11:55 pm
I'm so sorry this has been a long fucking week
He really didn't realize how much he cared until the bard nearly died from his own reckless wish with the djinn. He met Yennefer then, but his emotions for Jaskier changed as well. It will be very difficult to go on without him, and he knows it is inevitable, but he will probably distance himself from humanity for a time again. Perhaps go home and lick his wounds until Vesemir kicked him out. But that's not what he's thinking about when he's inside of his bard. Those are the things that haunts his dreams and his broodier moments, and not in their bedroom ever.
He is in no way immune to Jaskier's lust for him. Just the way the bard looks at him can get him to warm. He doesn't blush but he does enjoy the look of it in his bard's face. It's sweet, an unexpected detail of their lovemaking that makes it unique. Geralt watches as Jaskier runs his finger through his own hair, moving so eagerly along with Geralt's intense thrusts. He likes the dirty talk, the way filthy things spill off of Jaskier's elegant tongue, and sometimes a little whisper from Jaskier can get him riled up no matter where they are. His compliments do the same. He knows his lover.
Geralt gets very territorial if his scent isn't on Jaskier. He's never felt so possessive of anyone in his life, and it calls to a feral side of him that he rarely feeds, and yet Jaskier encourages it. He lets Geralt come on him or rub up entirely against him, leaving marks, making it so that if they come across anyone with a supernatural nose would know who he belongs to. It is a protection, a clear mine back off sign to those potential threats, but mostly just an instinct. He doesn't often care about the same, he's marked by Jaskier in so many other ways, but he likes the idea of smelling like Jaskier when he's not around. Perhaps being claimed is as good as claiming.
"Fuck, you know I will," Geralt growls and he's already tumbling over the edge by the time Jaskier comes on him, which only heightens the orgasm as it lengthens and lingers. He is always impressed with how Jaskier still manages to rock against him when they fuck, despite how firmly he holds onto him or pins him. The bard is never passive. Geralt sighs as his body shakes with pleasant release, setting Jaskier's legs down. He hates moving out of him but he has to, but he doesn't go far, moving between Jaskier's legs so he can rest his body on top of him. He is careful not to put all of his weight down, instead focusing on kissing Jaskier.
He kisses him for some time, long and languid, making up for all the times he hesitated from giving extra affection when they were still in uncertain times. Geralt nuzzles his nose and then buries his face in Jaskier's neck for a few seconds, breathing him in and then precisely and sharply biting it. He didn't get a chance to before, so now he does, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue. Only after doing that does he roll off him, resting on his back for a moment and breathing, simply enjoying the aftermath before he cleans them up.
"Jaskier ...." His voice is a light rasp, turning to look at him, golden eyes hazy. "When we get to that better town, I'm going to get us a good room." Geralt reaches out with his hand, brushing the back of his rough fingers against Jaskier's soft cheek. "And I'm going to let you fuck me the way you want." He needs it to be in a more secluded place, he can't let it happen in public like this. Too unsafe. It's a promise he intends to keep because Jaskier hasn't pushed him in the least on it, but he knows the bard wants it, longs for it. And he does too, if with some nerves attached.
Noo, no need to apologize at all. We're all having bad days. Take care bb.
His gasps break off into drawn-out moans as they come and only Geralt's hands on his leg and hip keep him from arching off the bedroll. Jaskier feels almost feverishly, his thought hazy and the nerves of his whole body singing with relief and satisfaction. And yet, a though still prevails and there's a small smile on the bard's lips as Geralt gently moves his legs off of his shoulders. Mine, mine.
"Gods, you're magnificent." They're sweaty and flushed red, but the Witcher never looked better than when they've made love. Jaskier should not think of it in those terms but there's no denying it, in his hear, and he won't lie to himself. He is looking pretty wrecked himself, mouth bitten and hair in disarray, Geralt's seed cooling between his legs, and even panting as he speaks.
His arms immediately wrap around Geralt's shoulders once the man is within reach and they start kissing, one hand burying itself on the soft white hair, scratching at the scalp lightly. Everything is good with the world right now, Jaskier's body relaxed with pleasure, his mind fuzzing at the edges. He tilts his chin up to expose more of his neck when the other man nuzzles him and the bite catches him off guard. It gets the bard to squeak and then mewls, tugging at Geralt hair not to pull him off of him but to encourage. A wet tongue runs over the bite a second later and Jaskier makes a giggling sound at the tickling sensation, pleased that Geralt did some extra marking of his own.
After Geralt rolls off of him, Jaskier gives the Witcher abut five seconds before he's moving too, curling against the man's side and sliding a hand up his stained abs. He leans forward to place a kiss on his chest and then rests his chin there, looking up at him as Geralt cups his chin. Breath catches in his throat and Jaskier chews his bottom lip, eyes widening in wonder and darkening with interest. It's the second time that his partner catches him by surprise in the span of five minutes. Tilting his head, he leans into the touch and smiles.
I'd love it. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel...but tell me that again once we had a bath.
Once they had calmed down from their own orgasm and their brains aren't swimming on endorphins, it's what he means. It's not that he doesn't believe Geralt's words but he doesn't want the man to make promises on the heat of passion he might come to regret later. He knows Geralt would try to full fill them still and he wants his lover to be comfortable and to feel safe. Turning his face to the side, Jaskier kisses the palm of his hand.
"I'd do anything for you, even wait forever."
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He doesn't repeat the compliment but the way he openly appreciates Jaskier's beauty says plenty. He is magnificent as well. Geralt grunts when Jaskier almost immediately is on him after he rests back, one side of his mouth curving in fondness. He has to clean them off, but he will indulge a few seconds more. He likes when Jaskier rests his chin on his chest; he can hear him breathing, hear his heartbeat.
He runs his thumb along Jaskier's bottom lip, enjoying the spark of interest in his bard's eyes at the offer. He is too blissful at the moment to fluster, but he would have. Geralt isn't certain he has the words to explain why he's hesitant at all, only that he knows he is. Jaskier's been the first person he's let fuck him in decades, and it was always impersonal, and what's between them is anything but. Due to his own failures (thankfully).
He hmms at that and his golden eyes are so gentle and warm. "You know that I don't change my mind based on when I've come last." Geralt cups the back of Jaskier's head and tugs, pulling him into a slow kiss full of meaning even he doesn't fully grasp. He stops the kiss before it includes too much interest and before he can get it in his head to start it up again. Instead he kisses Jaskier's forehead and pushes him lightly so he can get up
He pauses to take a moment to dip his finger into Jaskier's come on his skin, tasting it. He can wipe this off and he'll still know the smell, the taste, and it will linger. It's better that Jaskier smells of him, so others are warned off, so monsters avoid a witcher's scent, so this is solely for Geralt's benefit. He keeps his eyes on his lover and brings back water, offering it to Jaskier to drink. He wouldn't say he's always this attentive to his lovers, but it helps that Jaskier has encouraged his small gestures of it before to the point where he naturally does it now.
"I want to ride your cock and I'm going to." It is mildly said but sexually direct, and he runs his fingers through Jaskier's hair. He's going to. Once certain requirements are done and he won't feel as unprotected. "And we're both going to fucking love it." That said, he kisses Jaskier firmly, waiting until he's had some of the water before tugging lightly on his hair. "Back in the water we go. This time I won't throw you."
He is still a little playful so he smirks. "Probably."
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Those days, Jaskier's well-fucked out moments are only for Geralt to see, and he also has all the bard's attention. Jaskier doesn't need Geralt to say that he likes what he sees, it's obvious enough. Despite his many past flings, very little people have looked at him the way Geralt does. As if he's worth keeping. As if he belongs to someone. Jaskier quite likes that look.
He likes curling around his partner's body even more, the offered trust and the desire. The confirmation that his partner won't change his mind is enough to get Jaskier a little flustered with future anticipation and looking very pleased. He puts all the affection he has to offer in the slow kiss they share, returning Geralt's own with enthusiasm. It ends all too quickly for his liking but he shifts away to give Geralt the room he needs to move, blue eyes looking intensely at the way the other man licks his fingers. There's a visible shudder racking through Jaskier's body at the view and then he smiles.
"I don't think you realize how hot that was. It's going to be on my mind forever. No songs would even make it justice...Not like I will write any!"
The reassurance is added quickly, just in case. After a flirty smile, Jaskier mutters a small thanks and takes the offered water. He hasn't realized how thirsty he was until then but he's no longer surprised that Geralt can anticipate his needs. He makes sure to leave some water for the other man too, handing him back the cup and then smiling at the hair ruffling.
"Fuck, yes. I mean...gods, I can't think of anything poetic when you say those kinds of things. Imagine I said something very charming." Jaskier leans in to place a small kiss on the curve of Geralt's jawline as soon as it is within reach. They don't seen to be able to keep their hands and mouths to themselves today.
"Hah. I can handle a probably. If you behave, I might run my fingers through your hair the way you like it. Let's go." He will do it anyway because he enjoys it as much as Geralt does. There's no one else he'd rather be than by the Witcher's side.