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[givingexposition]

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[yourwitcher]

Or maybe I'll gag you after all.

[givingexposition]

You wouldn't dare!

[yourwitcher]

I don't make false threats, Jaskier.

[He does all. of. the. time. Against you. Specifically.]

[givingexposition]

Well you will have to catch me for that. I might not go down so easily.

[ Yes he will, because wouldn't mind being gagged all that much. He needs to trust the person, though, and Geralt falls into that category. ]

[yourwitcher]

Jaskier, I am supernaturally strong and fast. I could have you tied up like a hare in thirty seconds.

[givingexposition]

[ Okay, that's both concerning and hot. ]

True but consider this...you need to find me first.

[ Considering how good is Geralt's sense of smell, it shouldn't be hard but Jaskier is in playful mood. Chase me, he's all but saying. ]

[yourwitcher]

I think it's charming you think I don't know where you are already.

[givingexposition]

You could be just bluffing.

[ Then again, Jaskier is just hanging out by the river that's a few minutes away from their camp, so it's not like he's trying too hard to hide. ]

[yourwitcher]

I'm not. Come back or I'll fuck you on that riverbed instead of somewhere more comfortable.

[givingexposition]

...
Bollocks.

Damn your witchery senses, that's cheating.

[ But he's coming back to camp, pouting as little as he goes. ]

Rivers are nice and all but I'm not that much of an exhibitionist.

[yourwitcher]

Noted. You would be wise not to be this suggestive with me in public then. I'm not subtle.

[givingexposition]

Believe it or not, I can display some decorum while in public. But here, in the forest...oh, we don't need that. Do we?

[yourwitcher]

No. You can be as loud as you want, and you will be.

[givingexposition]

Now, that's a good promise.

I still need to figure out if you can get Hickeys that last at least a day.

[yourwitcher]

I can't. That's your answer. Unless you've been hiding magical abilities all this time to slow down my healing abilities.

[givingexposition]

Disappointed but not surprised. Not that I'm aware, no.

I'll have to be the only one bearing the proud marks then.

[yourwitcher]

You look good with them.

[givingexposition]

A good reason to give me more of them then.

[yourwitcher]

If you insist.

[givingexposition]

I do. It's a good way to pass the time, that for sure.

[yourwitcher]

[He really has to stop doing this. And yet.]

I can smell you. Come here.

[givingexposition]

[ Nah, Jaskier disagrees. They should be doing this, preferably every day.

And it's a show of trust that he comes to Geralt without arguing at the request. He gets within react, smiling and itching to reach out to grab at Geralt's shirt.]

And what do I smell like?

[yourwitcher]

[Everything is settled within the camp and Geralt can't stop the very tiny smirk on his lips. It is not wise to keep having sex with the bard, but it also is extremely easy and less costly than prostitutes. He hmms and reaches out to snag Jaskier's hips and tug him closer.]

Trouble.

[givingexposition]

[ Jaskier would huff if he knew Geralt is still thinking about what they do in terms of practicality and convenience. He wouldn't really complain, though, happy to accept what the other man gives him because he knows he's stupidly hopeless like that. ]

Hah. [ The bard has the gall to look proud at that answer. He leans in against the broad chest, chin tilting up. ] Good thing I have you to keep me out of it.

[yourwitcher]

[Geralt prefers to think that way. If he thinks too much about why he still does it even when there are willing women around, it goes in directions he prefers not to. He has told himself multiple times now that this time was the last, but he is sincerely stupid as can be when it comes to sex. Jaskier's excellent in bed, a fact he refuses to communicate to an ego such as his, but it's unspoken since he keeps ending up in him before too long.

He tilts Jaskier's head to the side and nuzzles underneath his ear, breathing him in deeply to let his familiar scent settle over him. He can smell him a fair distance away, as he just proved.] You know what you smell like, bard? [Geralt lifts his head to look down at him with glowing gold eyes, fingers lifting to touch the faded bruises under Jaskier's shirt. He really does try to keep them hidable, but one or two usually gets through.] Me.

[Primally, he loves it.]