[A silent answer is perfectly suitable. Jaskier's breath leaves his lungs all at once as he falls. Geralt is skilled enough to ensure his weight doesn't hit him more than to pin him down, which he hardly has complaints about.
He's too busy pulling him down for another kiss, both hands on his cheeks, holding him close. Shivering as scarred fingers move across his chest.
Fascinating, this. Meeting in the Horzion. There's hardly reason for it when they live together, but... there's something to it, too. The feeling here. The freedom of it.
He shifts, grinding up against Geralt's leg, his breath heated.] Give me a spot of room, I can get out of this for you.
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He's too busy pulling him down for another kiss, both hands on his cheeks, holding him close. Shivering as scarred fingers move across his chest.
Fascinating, this. Meeting in the Horzion. There's hardly reason for it when they live together, but... there's something to it, too. The feeling here. The freedom of it.
He shifts, grinding up against Geralt's leg, his breath heated.] Give me a spot of room, I can get out of this for you.