[ Clearly. He tugs on the silk because he can, and then he tugs on Jaskier's hair, too. Pulls him back to actually kiss him on the lips. ]
What? About my cock?
[ He's a romantic, naturally. His nails dig into Jaskier's hips. He knows precisely how his friend likes it. He's learned. Funny, that there are still more things to learn about Jaskier. He's known him for so fucking long, but this.
It's both recent and isn't. And maybe it's good, to reacquaint himself. Some part of him thought—after the mountain, after the nearly two years between them, there would be a distance he couldn't cross. There isn't. ]
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What? About my cock?
[ He's a romantic, naturally. His nails dig into Jaskier's hips. He knows precisely how his friend likes it. He's learned. Funny, that there are still more things to learn about Jaskier. He's known him for so fucking long, but this.
It's both recent and isn't. And maybe it's good, to reacquaint himself. Some part of him thought—after the mountain, after the nearly two years between them, there would be a distance he couldn't cross. There isn't. ]