[ His tone is a more obviously teasing when he answers that sentiment with another, ] Maybe.
[ Jaskier lays himself out like a bird spreading its mating feathers. Colourful and bright, somehow, even stripped of his clothes. Geralt drinks it in without restraint. His eyes roam over the dip of Jaskier's hips, the swell of his backside. The scar that runs up his arm.
He slips his fingers in, one at a time, slow. Languid. They've all the hours in the world. (They haven't, in reality, but right now it feels as though they may.) His forehead drops against Jaskier's shoulder. It hides a smile. Not that he needs to; Jaskier can't see him. Feel it, perhaps. He can't say he minds, either, having Jaskier occupy his thoughts. He keeps going, pushing deeper, but for all the patience he exhibits, he's wanting, too. Desire curls through him, warms his blood; soon enough, he's undone the rest of his buttons.
Spread on his side next to Jaskier, he eases in. His palm splays against Jaskier's stomach, a soft breath falling from him. ]
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[ Jaskier lays himself out like a bird spreading its mating feathers. Colourful and bright, somehow, even stripped of his clothes. Geralt drinks it in without restraint. His eyes roam over the dip of Jaskier's hips, the swell of his backside. The scar that runs up his arm.
He slips his fingers in, one at a time, slow. Languid. They've all the hours in the world. (They haven't, in reality, but right now it feels as though they may.) His forehead drops against Jaskier's shoulder. It hides a smile. Not that he needs to; Jaskier can't see him. Feel it, perhaps. He can't say he minds, either, having Jaskier occupy his thoughts. He keeps going, pushing deeper, but for all the patience he exhibits, he's wanting, too. Desire curls through him, warms his blood; soon enough, he's undone the rest of his buttons.
Spread on his side next to Jaskier, he eases in. His palm splays against Jaskier's stomach, a soft breath falling from him. ]