Geralt cut him off with words and a menacing step forward. "Because you use three hundred words when three will suffice, Jaskier, always." Two more steps carried him back to the place where he was too close to Jaskier, hedging him back against the wall without touching him. He was aware that his breath smelled like malt and his clothes smelled like horse but Jaskier still, somehow, smelled good enough for the both of them.
"I want you." Three words, simple and direct, breathed against the bard's mouth. He didn't want songs about sucking cock and he certainly didn't want them aired in the middle of the pub. But the floodgates had been opened and there was no closing them now; on their trek down from the hotsprings Geralt had considered several creative ways to shut Jaskier up. "No ribald comments in public." He laid a hand over the bard's sex; the only threat in the touch the pleasure to follow if there was agreement between them. "No woo'ing, we are not lovers and you know it as well as I." And no mention of this to Yennefer. Geralt kept that to himself and instead clarifed: "I want no songs, no declarations.
no subject
Geralt cut him off with words and a menacing step forward. "Because you use three hundred words when three will suffice, Jaskier, always." Two more steps carried him back to the place where he was too close to Jaskier, hedging him back against the wall without touching him. He was aware that his breath smelled like malt and his clothes smelled like horse but Jaskier still, somehow, smelled good enough for the both of them.
"I want you." Three words, simple and direct, breathed against the bard's mouth. He didn't want songs about sucking cock and he certainly didn't want them aired in the middle of the pub. But the floodgates had been opened and there was no closing them now; on their trek down from the hotsprings Geralt had considered several creative ways to shut Jaskier up. "No ribald comments in public." He laid a hand over the bard's sex; the only threat in the touch the pleasure to follow if there was agreement between them. "No woo'ing, we are not lovers and you know it as well as I." And no mention of this to Yennefer. Geralt kept that to himself and instead clarifed: "I want no songs, no declarations.
"Yes?"