Never. [He laughs between his groans, his skin prickling under Geralt's touches -- but more precisely at the scrape of teeth on his shoulders, which he's always sworn are that tiny hint sharper than human teeth.
A kiss not to hide it, but almost to preserve the feeling left behind. The breeze strengthens outside, that hint of pain turning into a heated pleasure.
Jaskier turns his head like he knows it's coming, eyes fluttering shut. He draws his nails up one of the arms holding him, teasing Geralt with a tight squeeze around him.] Worry not. I won't tell a soul.
[It's a promise, clearly.]
Might... mmm. Might write a song about it, though.
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A kiss not to hide it, but almost to preserve the feeling left behind. The breeze strengthens outside, that hint of pain turning into a heated pleasure.
Jaskier turns his head like he knows it's coming, eyes fluttering shut. He draws his nails up one of the arms holding him, teasing Geralt with a tight squeeze around him.] Worry not. I won't tell a soul.
[It's a promise, clearly.]
Might... mmm. Might write a song about it, though.