[ He is not aware of what Jaskier is seeking, specifically—but he can tell from the stutter of Jaskier's heart when he's close. It's quick, inelegant, and he wants it to be nothing else but that. His nose bumps Jaskier's stomach as that soft groan fills the air.
The slickness to his lips is wiped away with the back of his hand as he lifts up. He looks at once satisfied and wanting. His palm rests on Jaskier's chest and he bends to kiss him—lets Jaskier taste himself there. It isn't the first time as a whole, but it is the first time in the Horizon. ]
What else have you got in this room of yours? [ An open-ended invitation for Jaskier to create whatever he likes. If he wants. Why the fuck not? They're free to take advantage of the creation magic on this plane.
And even as he asks, his fingers are trailing up Jaskier's chest. He drags his nails along. He does want more than a quick taste. But he's not in a rush to take it just yet. ]
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The slickness to his lips is wiped away with the back of his hand as he lifts up. He looks at once satisfied and wanting. His palm rests on Jaskier's chest and he bends to kiss him—lets Jaskier taste himself there. It isn't the first time as a whole, but it is the first time in the Horizon. ]
What else have you got in this room of yours? [ An open-ended invitation for Jaskier to create whatever he likes. If he wants. Why the fuck not? They're free to take advantage of the creation magic on this plane.
And even as he asks, his fingers are trailing up Jaskier's chest. He drags his nails along. He does want more than a quick taste. But he's not in a rush to take it just yet. ]