[ He much prefers stripping another's clothes off. It's part of the enjoyment—but then, he's always liked using his hands.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rolls his eyes: as much fondness as irritation in the gesture. His grip grows firmer, before he releases him to slide his hand up Jaskier's thigh instead. Those legs open for him, and he takes advantage. ]
And what if I do? Hm?
[ A teasing shine lights his eyes. Maybe Jaskier simply makes it too easy to toy with him a little—but he isn't exactly leaving him unattended, either. He kisses Jaskier's jaw, the side of his throat.
Only then does he start to reach for the buttons on his trousers, slipping them loose one by one. ]
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His tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rolls his eyes: as much fondness as irritation in the gesture. His grip grows firmer, before he releases him to slide his hand up Jaskier's thigh instead. Those legs open for him, and he takes advantage. ]
And what if I do? Hm?
[ A teasing shine lights his eyes. Maybe Jaskier simply makes it too easy to toy with him a little—but he isn't exactly leaving him unattended, either. He kisses Jaskier's jaw, the side of his throat.
Only then does he start to reach for the buttons on his trousers, slipping them loose one by one. ]