[ He can practically hear the pleased chuckle in Jaskier's voice. Geralt tugs off the silk so that Jaskier can see the exasperation written on his face.
Even so, his words are light, low in his chest. ] Aren't you?
[ He is, too. A contented breath escapes him. He likes having Jaskier in the real world, but there's something to be said about the convenience of the Horizon. He rolls over onto his back. ]
I prefer this bed over the one we've actually got.
[ Much softer. Significantly larger. He's fucked Jaskier in the other bed, but it takes some maneuvering and he's kicked a jug or a pile of books off the table before. ]
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Even so, his words are light, low in his chest. ] Aren't you?
[ He is, too. A contented breath escapes him. He likes having Jaskier in the real world, but there's something to be said about the convenience of the Horizon. He rolls over onto his back. ]
I prefer this bed over the one we've actually got.
[ Much softer. Significantly larger. He's fucked Jaskier in the other bed, but it takes some maneuvering and he's kicked a jug or a pile of books off the table before. ]