On the road, after their relationship truly began, there were moments where he would sit silently at the back of a tavern and simply listened to Jaskier's singing. And then there were times when he would get up and catch the bard's eyes, the two of them having a conversation through their gaze alone. He found it attractive to hear what Jaskier had to say about him, knowing he meant it and it wasn't empty pie filling. It was very real.
So is this. Jaskier's tug on his hair causes him to growl and bite Jaskier's lower lip. The witchers already knew about the two of them. It may be sometime since Geralt got to mark his scent, but Jaskier still smelled like him to a trained nose. Now he is satisfied to make it clearer. He is still not loud in bed the way Jaskier is but he loves those moans, the bed moving underneath them in a clear rock, and he plans on more of it. Gods he's missed this. He's missed Jaskier's taste under his tongue, the tight clench of his fingers in Geralt's sides, the way the bard simply let go.
He is lost in bliss for a few seconds, his eyes closing after they've both come and simply living in it. He makes a satisfied little hmmm as he memorizes the sounds of Jaskier growling his name, and Geralt is pleased with the ferocity his sweet bard showed. Geralt allows himself to linger in the embrace, Jaskier still deep in him and softening, and he smirks at Jaskier's words. He's feeling lazy and indulgent. His eyes open to look at his flushed lover. The shyness is gone. They stepped over that hurdle tonight. Jaskier saw to his heart. He is calmer than he expected for that.
"I see why you enjoy that position so much yourself." Jaskier does like riding Geralt too. Geralt can still feel the ache of being so perfectly full. His thumbs stay on Jaskier's face, running over his cheekbones affectionately. "You were good. You can fuck me any time you want." It seems like a generous and honest enough offer. Geralt may prefer pounding Jasker into a mattress, but he sees the value in this, and he is content with it too. He kisses him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting very lightly. After some reluctance, he gets up, this time the impulse because he worries about his weight on Jaskier for too long. They may be around the same height but Geralt is made of pure muscle, he's very heavy. Besides, this is his ritual.
His knees are shakier and that is a complete credit to Jaskier. He has to test them before standing, and while it looks like they aren't weak when he does, he feels the strain in them. He looks very pleased, gold eyes turning back to the bard. He stands there for a moment, smirking, intentionally letting his eyes slowly and hungrily take in the details of Jaskier who is absolutely debauched himself. His messy hair, pink skin, and the mark of Geralt's release on his chest. He has seen him naked countless times now and still desires him. "You look good in my bed," he rumbles, his eyes full of heat. It is their bed now, but this was his growing up.
He returns with a cloth and settles next to him on the bed, a meaty arm instantly put around his shoulders and a nibble to the side of his neck as he cleans his bard off. It's superficial to wipe off; he still smells intensely of him. He affectionately muzzles Jaskier's ear and sweaty hair. His body is still singing with pleasure, it's nice. "I never thought I would bring anyone home like this."
Jaskier lived for those little moments. He knew that telling the whole world what sort of bond existed between was impossible and dangerous for many reasons, so that was the next best thing. They didn't need the whole Continent to know, it was enough with the two of them. And after tonight, the two of them...and everyone in the vicinity with keen hearing.
The bard whole body is still tingling even after it's all over, blood thrumming with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. He's going to be a bit bruised tomorrow and after so many weeks without the chance to see those familiar marks in his skin, he's overjoyed with the idea. His hands are loose on Geralt's hips now but still ever-present, not willing to let the other man go just yet. Or to move at all. He's busy basking on the look on his lover's face, the unusual softness and the smirk. The brunette smiles back easily, mussed hair falling over his forehead.
"It's a very good position, trust an expert." One that Geralt knows very intimately. He doesn't have enough words to express how much it meant to him. Jaskier leans into the touch to his cheekbones and he places a hand on Geralt’s chest in return, enjoying the sound of the beating of his heart, aware that not a lot of things that can raise his heartbeat. "That offer goes both way, you know."
The night is long and his Witcher always had enough stamina to keep him distracted for hours, he's not concerned. When their lips meet, Jaskier keeps him close with a hand on the small of his back and makes an unhappy sound when they have to pull apart to breathe. He lets out a small protest when Geralt leaves the bed -I should be the one doing that tonight!- but he doesn't have enough energy to move much. And if he's honest with himself, this is one of the parts he enjoys the most about their post lovemaking. Geralt seems to like to take care of him, even if the Witcher's legs might be a bit more wobbly than usual.
The staring and smirking don't go unnoticed and Jaskier gives him an unashamed grin back before he leans on the mattress a stretches a little, as if to say 'like what you see?'.
"It's a good bed. Sturdy. I think I was made to stay here." His hand slides down Jaskier's chest, fingers getting coated on Geralt's spent before the bard brings them up to his lips to suck on the tip. His blue eyes never leave Geralt until he goes away and returns with a cloth to take care of the rest of the stickiness. He all but purrs when how lips nip and kiss his neck, pressing his body against the much more muscular one of his lover.
"It surprised us both, trust me. I like it here with you." One of Jaskier's hands is now trailing patters on Geralt's arm, sliding up and down the bicep, tracing the scars, caressing the inner skin of his forearm. "How are you feeling?"
Geralt already was nervous that enough people knew the bard was close to him. Lovers, not everyone guessed at, but it put Jaskier at potential risk too. Geralt had enemies, non-monster ones. But considering he is always at Jaskier's side now, there's no need to worry. They'd have to get through him. Not an easy feat. The other witchers knowing makes it simpler; they won't ask more questions about why the bard is there. He's their adopted brother's lover. That has been made clear.
"I already fuck you any time I want," Geralt points out at the both ways offer, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. Well, not any time, since Ciri's been with them, and they will have other things they need to do here than those sweet days and weeks they often got to fuck until neither of them could walk well. But they have a bed now, and the night is theirs. That will be enough. "Now you can do the same. I like you fierce." Fierce and strong. Geralt sometimes let himself be gentler and sweet with Jaskier, and Jaskier can be aggressive and ruthless with him. They're a good contrast that way.
He gives one of his raspy light laughs when Jaskier intentionally shows his wrecked body at him. And then he licks his fingers like that and Geralt's eyes are still heated. Fuck, he adores him. Geralt always has liked these little moments after sex, if he's being honest. He used to tolerate whores asking him questions about his scars as an excuse to stay, sometimes for a second round, but also because Geralt gets lonely. Not that he'd ever say as much, and he lived his solitary life without complaining before. But considering how he let Jaskier follow him around for years, and how close he let Yen get to him, the fact is he craves them. He likes when Jaskier snuggles up to him like now and the soft patterns his fingers make.
"About being fucked or about being here?" Geralt still doesn't like talking about his feelings, but he is pleasantly buzzed and Jaskier's warm and sweet. He nibbles on Jsakier's ear lobe, his voice so close only they can hear it. "Good about the first one." He is going to get very distracted if he keeps on Jaskier's neck so he simply rests his head against Jaskier's. He otherwise passively enjoys Jaskier's wandering hands, humming in thought.
"This is the safest place I know." It is why he brought Ciri there. He would fight an entire army by himself if he had, to but he is not so arrogant as to think that would work. No, she needs true protection. "But we are hard people. She may not like it here." That is his fear talking; Ciri seemed delighted to be there and there's no doubt she would win them all over quickly. But it still is not the type of place he would want a young girl to live in. She is soft. They are hard. She will have to learn how to fight and they are not kind. Geralt has been holding back and he will continue to. "I don't know what to do about her magic and neither does Vesemir."
Such cuties. Maybe we can star wrapping this one up, though? :3
Jaskier had amassed quite the long list of petty enemies in his life, and some less petty and more powerful associated with nobility. Most of them are smart enough not to mess with a Witcher but the point is that Geralt isn't free of danger thanks to his association with the bard. It's something they will both have to accept, Jaskier is never all that worried about it. Not even after getting stabbed in the leg, he will say that worrying too much gives him early wrinkles. The rest of the Witchers knowing about them will no doubt wring up a lot of either awkward or mock-worthy situations. Jaskier will deal with the issue once it happens.
"Always such romantic comebacks." The brunete pats his arm but it's obvious that he's trying not to laugh as well. It's been a while since he's been thoroughly debauched and he misses it but his limbs feel like jelly at the moment and being inside Geralt had been an experience. He's not in rush to do anything in the next several minutes. The night is long and his appetite insatiable.
"Do you, now?" The grin on Jaskier's face is predatory after that Fierce comment and he wraps an arm around Geralt's neck to pull him closer and bite down on his shoulder as soon as the man is within reach again. He looks all too proud of himself after that, happy to be pressed close and lazy against his lover. He enjoys these moments the most as well.
"Both." Jaskier comments without doubt or an ounce of shame. He was made to be by Geralt's side, let it be an old keep, the cold woods, or a too crowded tavern. He hums in delight at the nibbling, tilting his head to offer more skin for the Witcher to mark. When Geralt opts to rest his head against him, he can't even be mad about it. His hand lifts to the silver-white hair, treading through them and gently scratching the man's scalp.
"You are the safest place I know, Geralt. I would be happy anywhere as long as you're there and so will Ciri. You underestimate her, remember her bloodline." She is a princess and some part of her might be soft, that is true, but others had been forged in fire under the watch of her Grandmother. "Then we will contact someone who does. You know of Witches and Wizard, one might be able to help. But that's a worry for tomorrow, let her sleep one night."
[Can wrap here! Maybe we could do one when Yennefer arrives and she and Jaskier have been catty lol.]
There's an extra layer of protection that could come from this for Jaskier. His family now knows that the bard is beloved to him and will be in an extended stay here. If they accept Ciri, they have to accept Jaskier too. All three of them are a package. It means the other witchers will come to be defensive of Jaskier too, as an extended member of the witcher clan. Geralt is certain to be teased for this but he can handle it. He'll just punch them like when they were boys. Vesemir will give a long-suffering sigh and wait for them to grow up. The usual.
Geralt feels much the same way, debauched and used and he likes it. His body is ringing with pleasure and he is far from tired, but it is good to have this between them again. They've been able to sleep in the same bedroll and speak after she slept on the road, but there was a distance between them Geralt made as a boundary in case either of them got too tempted. Now they can hang all over one another again, wrapped up in a heated and naked embrace as long as they will.
He comes closer at Jaskier's request and snarls when he bites him, in a good, yes way. He's rarely happier than when Jaskier leaves him with nail marks and teeth. He marks the bard up pretty thoroughly, but he's still careful, keeping on that edge of pain and pleasure. Geralt on the other hand likes the dig of nails into him and the emphasis on pain, so it lasts on his rough skin longer. "I do," he confirms. He likes him fierce and strong and a little vicious.
He likes Jaskier's fingers in his sweaty hair and the rumbling sound he makes is almost like a purr. Geralt's never needed just a lover. He can find a lover anywhere. He's needed a partner. It took him awhile to get to a place where he could accept that, but he is there and Jaskier is the best choice for it. The layers of trust between them and the genuine respect are integral to why they work now. He can be vulnerable with Jaskier, with his soft human lover, and talk out real life problems they have to address. Such as Ciri and her place here.
"Calanthe was a very hard and powerful woman, that's true." And fiercely devoted to her daughter and granddaughter. She would have raised Ciri strong. Geralt likes that he could be seen as safe to others, such a contrast to who he was once, the Butcher. Geralt tilts his head back and tilts Jaskier's face up to him. "You will always be safe with me, my bard." He runs a finger on his lip. "My Jaskier." The claim can be gentle as well as aggressive and he seals that promise with a kiss.
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So is this. Jaskier's tug on his hair causes him to growl and bite Jaskier's lower lip. The witchers already knew about the two of them. It may be sometime since Geralt got to mark his scent, but Jaskier still smelled like him to a trained nose. Now he is satisfied to make it clearer. He is still not loud in bed the way Jaskier is but he loves those moans, the bed moving underneath them in a clear rock, and he plans on more of it. Gods he's missed this. He's missed Jaskier's taste under his tongue, the tight clench of his fingers in Geralt's sides, the way the bard simply let go.
He is lost in bliss for a few seconds, his eyes closing after they've both come and simply living in it. He makes a satisfied little hmmm as he memorizes the sounds of Jaskier growling his name, and Geralt is pleased with the ferocity his sweet bard showed. Geralt allows himself to linger in the embrace, Jaskier still deep in him and softening, and he smirks at Jaskier's words. He's feeling lazy and indulgent. His eyes open to look at his flushed lover. The shyness is gone. They stepped over that hurdle tonight. Jaskier saw to his heart. He is calmer than he expected for that.
"I see why you enjoy that position so much yourself." Jaskier does like riding Geralt too. Geralt can still feel the ache of being so perfectly full. His thumbs stay on Jaskier's face, running over his cheekbones affectionately. "You were good. You can fuck me any time you want." It seems like a generous and honest enough offer. Geralt may prefer pounding Jasker into a mattress, but he sees the value in this, and he is content with it too. He kisses him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting very lightly. After some reluctance, he gets up, this time the impulse because he worries about his weight on Jaskier for too long. They may be around the same height but Geralt is made of pure muscle, he's very heavy. Besides, this is his ritual.
His knees are shakier and that is a complete credit to Jaskier. He has to test them before standing, and while it looks like they aren't weak when he does, he feels the strain in them. He looks very pleased, gold eyes turning back to the bard. He stands there for a moment, smirking, intentionally letting his eyes slowly and hungrily take in the details of Jaskier who is absolutely debauched himself. His messy hair, pink skin, and the mark of Geralt's release on his chest. He has seen him naked countless times now and still desires him. "You look good in my bed," he rumbles, his eyes full of heat. It is their bed now, but this was his growing up.
He returns with a cloth and settles next to him on the bed, a meaty arm instantly put around his shoulders and a nibble to the side of his neck as he cleans his bard off. It's superficial to wipe off; he still smells intensely of him. He affectionately muzzles Jaskier's ear and sweaty hair. His body is still singing with pleasure, it's nice. "I never thought I would bring anyone home like this."
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Jaskier lived for those little moments. He knew that telling the whole world what sort of bond existed between was impossible and dangerous for many reasons, so that was the next best thing. They didn't need the whole Continent to know, it was enough with the two of them. And after tonight, the two of them...and everyone in the vicinity with keen hearing.
The bard whole body is still tingling even after it's all over, blood thrumming with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. He's going to be a bit bruised tomorrow and after so many weeks without the chance to see those familiar marks in his skin, he's overjoyed with the idea. His hands are loose on Geralt's hips now but still ever-present, not willing to let the other man go just yet. Or to move at all. He's busy basking on the look on his lover's face, the unusual softness and the smirk. The brunette smiles back easily, mussed hair falling over his forehead.
"It's a very good position, trust an expert." One that Geralt knows very intimately. He doesn't have enough words to express how much it meant to him. Jaskier leans into the touch to his cheekbones and he places a hand on Geralt’s chest in return, enjoying the sound of the beating of his heart, aware that not a lot of things that can raise his heartbeat. "That offer goes both way, you know."
The night is long and his Witcher always had enough stamina to keep him distracted for hours, he's not concerned. When their lips meet, Jaskier keeps him close with a hand on the small of his back and makes an unhappy sound when they have to pull apart to breathe. He lets out a small protest when Geralt leaves the bed -I should be the one doing that tonight!- but he doesn't have enough energy to move much. And if he's honest with himself, this is one of the parts he enjoys the most about their post lovemaking. Geralt seems to like to take care of him, even if the Witcher's legs might be a bit more wobbly than usual.
The staring and smirking don't go unnoticed and Jaskier gives him an unashamed grin back before he leans on the mattress a stretches a little, as if to say 'like what you see?'.
"It's a good bed. Sturdy. I think I was made to stay here." His hand slides down Jaskier's chest, fingers getting coated on Geralt's spent before the bard brings them up to his lips to suck on the tip. His blue eyes never leave Geralt until he goes away and returns with a cloth to take care of the rest of the stickiness. He all but purrs when how lips nip and kiss his neck, pressing his body against the much more muscular one of his lover.
"It surprised us both, trust me. I like it here with you." One of Jaskier's hands is now trailing patters on Geralt's arm, sliding up and down the bicep, tracing the scars, caressing the inner skin of his forearm. "How are you feeling?"
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"I already fuck you any time I want," Geralt points out at the both ways offer, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. Well, not any time, since Ciri's been with them, and they will have other things they need to do here than those sweet days and weeks they often got to fuck until neither of them could walk well. But they have a bed now, and the night is theirs. That will be enough. "Now you can do the same. I like you fierce." Fierce and strong. Geralt sometimes let himself be gentler and sweet with Jaskier, and Jaskier can be aggressive and ruthless with him. They're a good contrast that way.
He gives one of his raspy light laughs when Jaskier intentionally shows his wrecked body at him. And then he licks his fingers like that and Geralt's eyes are still heated. Fuck, he adores him. Geralt always has liked these little moments after sex, if he's being honest. He used to tolerate whores asking him questions about his scars as an excuse to stay, sometimes for a second round, but also because Geralt gets lonely. Not that he'd ever say as much, and he lived his solitary life without complaining before. But considering how he let Jaskier follow him around for years, and how close he let Yen get to him, the fact is he craves them. He likes when Jaskier snuggles up to him like now and the soft patterns his fingers make.
"About being fucked or about being here?" Geralt still doesn't like talking about his feelings, but he is pleasantly buzzed and Jaskier's warm and sweet. He nibbles on Jsakier's ear lobe, his voice so close only they can hear it. "Good about the first one." He is going to get very distracted if he keeps on Jaskier's neck so he simply rests his head against Jaskier's. He otherwise passively enjoys Jaskier's wandering hands, humming in thought.
"This is the safest place I know." It is why he brought Ciri there. He would fight an entire army by himself if he had, to but he is not so arrogant as to think that would work. No, she needs true protection. "But we are hard people. She may not like it here." That is his fear talking; Ciri seemed delighted to be there and there's no doubt she would win them all over quickly. But it still is not the type of place he would want a young girl to live in. She is soft. They are hard. She will have to learn how to fight and they are not kind. Geralt has been holding back and he will continue to. "I don't know what to do about her magic and neither does Vesemir."
Such cuties. Maybe we can star wrapping this one up, though? :3
"Always such romantic comebacks." The brunete pats his arm but it's obvious that he's trying not to laugh as well. It's been a while since he's been thoroughly debauched and he misses it but his limbs feel like jelly at the moment and being inside Geralt had been an experience. He's not in rush to do anything in the next several minutes. The night is long and his appetite insatiable.
"Do you, now?" The grin on Jaskier's face is predatory after that Fierce comment and he wraps an arm around Geralt's neck to pull him closer and bite down on his shoulder as soon as the man is within reach again. He looks all too proud of himself after that, happy to be pressed close and lazy against his lover. He enjoys these moments the most as well.
"Both." Jaskier comments without doubt or an ounce of shame. He was made to be by Geralt's side, let it be an old keep, the cold woods, or a too crowded tavern. He hums in delight at the nibbling, tilting his head to offer more skin for the Witcher to mark. When Geralt opts to rest his head against him, he can't even be mad about it. His hand lifts to the silver-white hair, treading through them and gently scratching the man's scalp.
"You are the safest place I know, Geralt. I would be happy anywhere as long as you're there and so will Ciri. You underestimate her, remember her bloodline." She is a princess and some part of her might be soft, that is true, but others had been forged in fire under the watch of her Grandmother. "Then we will contact someone who does. You know of Witches and Wizard, one might be able to help. But that's a worry for tomorrow, let her sleep one night."
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There's an extra layer of protection that could come from this for Jaskier. His family now knows that the bard is beloved to him and will be in an extended stay here. If they accept Ciri, they have to accept Jaskier too. All three of them are a package. It means the other witchers will come to be defensive of Jaskier too, as an extended member of the witcher clan. Geralt is certain to be teased for this but he can handle it. He'll just punch them like when they were boys. Vesemir will give a long-suffering sigh and wait for them to grow up. The usual.
Geralt feels much the same way, debauched and used and he likes it. His body is ringing with pleasure and he is far from tired, but it is good to have this between them again. They've been able to sleep in the same bedroll and speak after she slept on the road, but there was a distance between them Geralt made as a boundary in case either of them got too tempted. Now they can hang all over one another again, wrapped up in a heated and naked embrace as long as they will.
He comes closer at Jaskier's request and snarls when he bites him, in a good, yes way. He's rarely happier than when Jaskier leaves him with nail marks and teeth. He marks the bard up pretty thoroughly, but he's still careful, keeping on that edge of pain and pleasure. Geralt on the other hand likes the dig of nails into him and the emphasis on pain, so it lasts on his rough skin longer. "I do," he confirms. He likes him fierce and strong and a little vicious.
He likes Jaskier's fingers in his sweaty hair and the rumbling sound he makes is almost like a purr. Geralt's never needed just a lover. He can find a lover anywhere. He's needed a partner. It took him awhile to get to a place where he could accept that, but he is there and Jaskier is the best choice for it. The layers of trust between them and the genuine respect are integral to why they work now. He can be vulnerable with Jaskier, with his soft human lover, and talk out real life problems they have to address. Such as Ciri and her place here.
"Calanthe was a very hard and powerful woman, that's true." And fiercely devoted to her daughter and granddaughter. She would have raised Ciri strong. Geralt likes that he could be seen as safe to others, such a contrast to who he was once, the Butcher. Geralt tilts his head back and tilts Jaskier's face up to him. "You will always be safe with me, my bard." He runs a finger on his lip. "My Jaskier." The claim can be gentle as well as aggressive and he seals that promise with a kiss.
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