[He groans in irritation. Why does he bother teasing? Geralt is cruel and evil and always takes it to the extreme, such as -- such as releasing his cock when he was really starting to enjoy it.
Jaskier lays and stares up at him. The weight pushing him down. (He is safe here. Safer than he will ever be.)]
You could try. [He skims a finger down Geralt's chest, the edge of that clawed ring digging delicately into his skin. The softest shade of bronzing to it from his travels to the desert. Another one is coming up, Jaskier can guess. Another few weeks without seeing his friend.
So he should enjoy this. To its fullest.] Something tells me you'll grow impatient faster than I.
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Jaskier lays and stares up at him. The weight pushing him down. (He is safe here. Safer than he will ever be.)]
You could try. [He skims a finger down Geralt's chest, the edge of that clawed ring digging delicately into his skin. The softest shade of bronzing to it from his travels to the desert. Another one is coming up, Jaskier can guess. Another few weeks without seeing his friend.
So he should enjoy this. To its fullest.] Something tells me you'll grow impatient faster than I.
[Someone's gotten confident.]