[ feeling geralt plump and swell in his hands has him moaning softly into geralt's ear. his witcher has always been bigger than other men he's been with, and it's one of the many aspects he loves about him. when geralt squeezes his ass and then gives it a light pat, jaskier knows exactly what to do. he lifts his body up out of the water, but only enough so that he might position himself over his lover's cock. it only takes a small bit of maneuvering, and then he's lowering himself down, guiding geralt slowly inside him.

the process is a bit slow-going, mostly because regardless of how often they do this, it still makes him gasp to feel the head of geralt's length breach his body. then, it's a matter of taking inch by thick inch deeper until geralt has practically bottomed out.

jaskier's own cock, hard and leaking a little, gives a throb against geralt's abdomen. he trembles a little before swallowing down air and releasing slowly. ]

Fuck— Ah, sweet Melitele, you're so big inside me. So hard. Can you feel it, Geralt? How tight I am around you, how deep you are? I bet you want nothing more than to fill me to the brim with your come. Mark me on the inside, fuck me so hard that I'll feel you for weeks...