[All right, he wasn't exactly being subtle, but the choice was, as ever, Geralt's. And yes, while it may not be exactly gouache in some circles for him to offer his body to someone who may be experiencing some heartache --
Well. He wouldn't agree if he wasn't interested. It was that simple. If Jaskier could trust him about anything, it was that Geralt did not lie about what he felt. Or what he wanted.
At first, he does mean it to be a tour. There are all sorts of bedrooms for all sorts of people: extra tall ceilings, or cleared of plants and leaves (for those with allergies; the idea came from a professor Jaskier once had he was quite fond of, unfortunately allergic to the grasses staining their boots.) However, in one particular bedroom that Jaskier favors for its large bed and the prancing wolves, it is there Geralt pins him to the wall.
He barely releases a gasp, his lips turning up once his mouth has been so thoroughly explored.] Mm. I do love being right.
[If it tastes this sweet, he certainly does. He lifts his hips from the wall to give Geralt's hands room, cutting straight down Geralt's tunic with a claw-tipped ring that appears on his finger. Here he is king, and he has no time for buttons. The sound of cloth ripping nearly makes him laugh.] It's good wine, isn't it?
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Well. He wouldn't agree if he wasn't interested. It was that simple. If Jaskier could trust him about anything, it was that Geralt did not lie about what he felt. Or what he wanted.
At first, he does mean it to be a tour. There are all sorts of bedrooms for all sorts of people: extra tall ceilings, or cleared of plants and leaves (for those with allergies; the idea came from a professor Jaskier once had he was quite fond of, unfortunately allergic to the grasses staining their boots.) However, in one particular bedroom that Jaskier favors for its large bed and the prancing wolves, it is there Geralt pins him to the wall.
He barely releases a gasp, his lips turning up once his mouth has been so thoroughly explored.] Mm. I do love being right.
[If it tastes this sweet, he certainly does. He lifts his hips from the wall to give Geralt's hands room, cutting straight down Geralt's tunic with a claw-tipped ring that appears on his finger. Here he is king, and he has no time for buttons. The sound of cloth ripping nearly makes him laugh.] It's good wine, isn't it?