[The thing is, Geralt knows what they both should do, and also that his kisses and touches are meant to be comforting and it's a rather weak part of him too. He should be cold and impersonal, to keep this more rational. It was him being sentimental and soft that caused this. But it's a part of him he doesn't fully have answers for, that there's this underlining forgive me, stay with me plea under his affection. The bard is too deeply under his skin, he's addicted to their flights of passion.
Tomorrow it will be Geralt instead who wakes Jaskier up, his mouth hot and eager on his cock. To show them both that they can still be this way and he wants it, even if he doesn't want belonging or claiming in the clear sense, he still wants the lust and the connection between them. He relaxes when Jaskier nestles down on him the way he likes, putting an arm around Jaskier's shoulder and carefully lifting a blanket around them. He radiates heat so he doesn't need them, having no real reaction to extreme temperatures, but he likes to keep his partner from a chill.
There is honesty in his tone. Geralt never lies.] I like your instrumentals. You play well. [Geralt doesn't like the singing as much and it isn't personal, as much as it seems. He hasn't listened to many bards that he enjoys, but a lute playing a nice tune appeals to him. He doesn't like listening about himself but sometimes on their journey all Jaskier will do is test out a melody or strum his lute as they walk, and that he truly enjoys.
His voice is soft as he allows Jaskier to touch him and keeps him close, waiting until he hears his breathing slow and his heart steady in sleep. Geralt knows it won't exactly be easy for a bit, but they will carry on and find their equilibrium again. But even if it was harsh, he felt better with a line between them. He pretends it's for Jaskier, but it isn't. It's him. He doesn't find sleep himself that night, ears sharp listening for danger, but he does rest.]
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Tomorrow it will be Geralt instead who wakes Jaskier up, his mouth hot and eager on his cock. To show them both that they can still be this way and he wants it, even if he doesn't want belonging or claiming in the clear sense, he still wants the lust and the connection between them. He relaxes when Jaskier nestles down on him the way he likes, putting an arm around Jaskier's shoulder and carefully lifting a blanket around them. He radiates heat so he doesn't need them, having no real reaction to extreme temperatures, but he likes to keep his partner from a chill.
There is honesty in his tone. Geralt never lies.] I like your instrumentals. You play well. [Geralt doesn't like the singing as much and it isn't personal, as much as it seems. He hasn't listened to many bards that he enjoys, but a lute playing a nice tune appeals to him. He doesn't like listening about himself but sometimes on their journey all Jaskier will do is test out a melody or strum his lute as they walk, and that he truly enjoys.
His voice is soft as he allows Jaskier to touch him and keeps him close, waiting until he hears his breathing slow and his heart steady in sleep. Geralt knows it won't exactly be easy for a bit, but they will carry on and find their equilibrium again. But even if it was harsh, he felt better with a line between them. He pretends it's for Jaskier, but it isn't. It's him. He doesn't find sleep himself that night, ears sharp listening for danger, but he does rest.]