[Only enough time for a breath before Geralt's kissing him, and he's open and hungry for it. It's different with everyone -- one of the reasons he bloody loves it -- but with Geralt, it's already proven to be like coming home. Stepping into worn boots, walking into familiar territory. A place he knows every inch of. That he could hike through blindfolded. Sure, there's the messy basement he ignores and maybe a few dusty nooks and crannies, but those aren't necessary to be known.
He lifts his head, licking his lips after.]
Anything you'd like. Isn't that the point? [He smiles, warm, sliding his legs back onto the bed.
That thought does give him an idea, though. A... a simple one. Far from the raunchy things he may have come up with once. Jaskier threads his fingers through the air, coming away with a single silk piece of cloth, folded over. A jar of gently scented lube beside Geralt's leg.
He holds out the sink blindfold.] If you'll do the honors.
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He lifts his head, licking his lips after.]
Anything you'd like. Isn't that the point? [He smiles, warm, sliding his legs back onto the bed.
That thought does give him an idea, though. A... a simple one. Far from the raunchy things he may have come up with once. Jaskier threads his fingers through the air, coming away with a single silk piece of cloth, folded over. A jar of gently scented lube beside Geralt's leg.
He holds out the sink blindfold.] If you'll do the honors.