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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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.