[ the roughness with which geralt fucks up into him prompts just exactly what geralt wants. a cry escapes jaskier, echoing off the tiles of the baths. already, his breathing is a bit harsh, but he doesn't stop, rocking his hips as hard as he can, chasing the feeling of geralt's stiff erection jolting against his prostate and making stars explode behind his eyes. ]
[ shifting his hands to geralt's shoulders, giving him better leverage in order to work his hips, jaskier croons and keens for his lover. another cry soon escapes him as he tosses his head back, riding geralt with even more urgency. ]
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Geralt! Oh- Fuck, yes, fuck... that's it, that's it...
[ shifting his hands to geralt's shoulders, giving him better leverage in order to work his hips, jaskier croons and keens for his lover. another cry soon escapes him as he tosses his head back, riding geralt with even more urgency. ]