[Oh. Oh, no. Something about that look was nearly too weighted. Jaskier glances at him and then pushes Geralt's cheek away with a huff, as if he might erase the very idea of sentimentality.
Not from Geralt. Oh, no.]
Oh, stop with that look. I know I'm the best --
[But he stops, quieting, as Geralt's hand trails down his throat. Gentle, as he always has the ability to be. He tips his head to the side, bringing his eyes back to him.
Ugh. It's weird. Not from Geralt. Directed towards him? Rare. Rare, if ever. Maybe... maybe once, he thinks, when he woke from that bed. With blood still in his mouth, and a witch trying to cut his dick off.
Weird. But... it's not unwanted, either.]
You are the only man I've met who can finish off a tryst with a grunt. [He smiles, his hands on Geralt's shoulders, and he kisses again, stealing perhaps the last one he may have.] How do they look?
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Not from Geralt. Oh, no.]
Oh, stop with that look. I know I'm the best --
[But he stops, quieting, as Geralt's hand trails down his throat. Gentle, as he always has the ability to be. He tips his head to the side, bringing his eyes back to him.
Ugh. It's weird. Not from Geralt. Directed towards him? Rare. Rare, if ever. Maybe... maybe once, he thinks, when he woke from that bed. With blood still in his mouth, and a witch trying to cut his dick off.
Weird. But... it's not unwanted, either.]
You are the only man I've met who can finish off a tryst with a grunt. [He smiles, his hands on Geralt's shoulders, and he kisses again, stealing perhaps the last one he may have.] How do they look?