While he would have been content turning Jaskier's face into the wood and--
well, shutting him up,
but Geralt let himself be pushed back the few steps to the bed, Jaskier's hands a warm pressure against his chest. He let himself be seated, and then spread out beneath the bard's attention. There was something to Jaskier like this, something that the witcher had only ever noticed when the man was-- specifically-- trying to capture a melody that was eluding him. It was a tightening focus, a sort of sharp determination to pry under the surface. The attention was strange when it was turned on Geralt but... strange in a way that twisted a heated knot in his gut and his made his fingers clench into the wonderfully soft mattress beneath him. He tilted his chin up, casually offering Jaskier the length of his neck.
Unlike the bard, Geralt had no problems with kissing. Whores kissed, parents kissed, dogs licked each other when they said hello. It was pleasurable, and, when Jaskier's mouth came close enough-- Geralt claimed it with an appetite.
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well, shutting him up,
but Geralt let himself be pushed back the few steps to the bed, Jaskier's hands a warm pressure against his chest. He let himself be seated, and then spread out beneath the bard's attention. There was something to Jaskier like this, something that the witcher had only ever noticed when the man was-- specifically-- trying to capture a melody that was eluding him. It was a tightening focus, a sort of sharp determination to pry under the surface. The attention was strange when it was turned on Geralt but... strange in a way that twisted a heated knot in his gut and his made his fingers clench into the wonderfully soft mattress beneath him. He tilted his chin up, casually offering Jaskier the length of his neck.
Unlike the bard, Geralt had no problems with kissing. Whores kissed, parents kissed, dogs licked each other when they said hello. It was pleasurable, and, when Jaskier's mouth came close enough-- Geralt claimed it with an appetite.