[ He huffs out a deep noise in his throat. ] Fuck off.
[ An annoyance, he thinks, but it's fond. He fucks Jaskier just the way he knows Jaskier likes. He knows because he can hear it, in the skip of Jaskier's pulse, the catch of his breath. The shudder of his warm body underneath his hands—rough hands that delve between those legs.
A heat unfurls inside him. It is a familiar one, a pressure that grows and grows. His breaths come heavy, until he spills with a groan. His fingers tangle with Jaskier's, a buzz humming around his veins, in the air.
He inhales sharply. He's curled around Jaskier still, their bodies entwined as he listens to the stutter of a heartbeat. ]
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[ An annoyance, he thinks, but it's fond. He fucks Jaskier just the way he knows Jaskier likes. He knows because he can hear it, in the skip of Jaskier's pulse, the catch of his breath. The shudder of his warm body underneath his hands—rough hands that delve between those legs.
A heat unfurls inside him. It is a familiar one, a pressure that grows and grows. His breaths come heavy, until he spills with a groan. His fingers tangle with Jaskier's, a buzz humming around his veins, in the air.
He inhales sharply. He's curled around Jaskier still, their bodies entwined as he listens to the stutter of a heartbeat. ]