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You were humming in your sleep again. It's insufferable.

[ It's not really. If truth be told, Geralt rather likes the sounds Jaskier makes in bed, even when he's not the cause for them.

Walking into the water and groaning at the warmth of it. Closing his eyes for a moment, as Jaskier entered soon after. As he was beckoned closer, he allowed himself to move through the water until he was a hairsbreadth away from the Bard.

Raising both hands and holding them close by either side of Jaskier's face, raising a brow. ]

Can I touch you? Or are you gonna complain if I make you dirty?

Oh, was I?

[ a bit distractedly as geralt draws closer and nearly cups his face. given geralt's hands seem mostly clean, he leans into the touch and looks up at the witcher through long, sooty lashes. ]

We're in a bath, Geralt. I would hope you get me a bit dirty. After all, we can always clean ourselves up afterward.

Mhm. You were. Do it a lot actually.

[ Which, you can take it as Geralt's way of saying I like it despite complaining about it. As Jaskier leaned into his touch, Geralt smoothed his thumbs across his cheeks, that perfectly flawless skin, so warm and soft under the callouses of his hands.

It was hard not to be attracted to the Bard, the longer Geralt stared at him, at those deep beautiful eyes, he found himself leaning in, watching his lips as he spoke. Part of him wasn't listening to the actual words, just picking out the key parts, distracted by thoughts of making his Bard a filthy mess to enjoy. ]

Uhuh, is that so?

[ in response to the light ribbing, jaskier lurches forward as if he might nip at geralt's lips, but knowing the witcher's speed and stamina, he'll no doubt miss. still, that doesn't stop him from raising his arms, one hand holding the chamomile soap, and wrapping them around geralt's neck. ]

Mmhm.

[ he watches as geralt watches his lips, his lashes lowered just enough to seem sultry without trying. his hands, meanwhile, start moving, dragging the soap across geralt's shoulders and over his chest as he begins to create suds on firm pecs and strong muscles. then, pushing himself up just a little, he whispers in geralt's ear. ]

You're going to get me so filthy, fill me up so much, and leave your scent all over me. That way everyone knows who I belong to.

[ Sometimes being a Witcher had its flaws, can you imagine? Like right now for example; Geralt was able to not only hear his Bard's heart pounding away in its excitement, but he could also smell the endorphins, the chemicals in Jaskier's brain that made him so aroused. It was no surprise then when he moved forward in his playful bite. Of course, Geralt pulled back before the nip could land, but he couldn't hold back the sound of appreciation he made in turn. ]

Mmhm indeed...

[ Letting his amber eyes fall closed at the sensation of those talented hands all over his chest. But it was the words that came from his Bard's lips that had him twitching under the surface of the bathwater. Jaskier had a filthy mind, never mind the rest! ]

Oh, am I now? Is that so, huh? Well then.

[ With that said, Geralt slipped his hands across to Jaskier's hips, drawing him closer yet, closing the distance between them as he pulled his little songwriter into his lap. ]

[ it takes no effort at all to slip into geralt's lap, and he's quick to settle there comfortably. his quick and clever hands continue moving, this time traveling south to envelop the witcher's cock with soapy fingers. it's given a few quick tugs as he leans forward to nip and suck along geralt's strong jaw. ]

When this gets hard... [ referring to geralt's dick, of course. ] I am going to ride it, make you feel how tight I am, so desperate for you, just right for you. And I want you to wreck me. Take me apart so that all that's left on my lips is the taste of your name.

[ he sucks one of geralt's earlobes into his mouth, giving it a gentle bite before whispering into the shell. ]

Geralt...

[ Jaskier is a tall, well built man, and yet when he sits just like so, in the Witcher's lap, it's as if he weighs nothing at all, it's like he's the missing part to Geralt's jigsaw. A perfect fit. Much like how his cock grows effortlessly in those skilled hands. Straightening his back and grunted out a sound of approval. ]

Poetry to my ears.

[ The White Wolf gave a shiver as Jaskier whispered his name in his ear like that. Slipping his hands around to rest upon the Bard's rear, squeezing the handfuls, using them as leverage as he pressed his hips forward, causing that thick cock of his to grind between those hands. Geralt nudged Jaskier's cheek with his nose, open mouthed as he sighed against Jaskier's cheek. ]

...Lift up.

[ Giving that firm little backside a tap with his hand, playful yet demanding before whispering; ]

...And tell me more.

[ 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...

[ That moaning, that sweet, soft moaning from the beautiful lips of his lover, was better than any song the Bard had written. This was the overture of a sonnet he loved to hear the best. This was the sound Jaskier made that he loved the most, those little moans and yelps and the way he prayed as Geralt sat there, letting him slide down his meaty sword- And the Witcher was skilled with all his swords after all ... Steal for men, silver for monsters... And thick meaty cock for Jaskier.

The White Wolf is more than happy to give Jaskier as much time as he needs to slide down around his length. Feeling himself twitch and fill out further, thick and hard, as stiff as physically possible, hell, he even gave a little jerk of his hips to help his beloved get that last inch inside.

Feeling the small splash of pre-excitement leak against his abdomen has the Witcher smirking a little. Jaskier was always so easily aroused and brought to pleasure, Geralt liked it, he always enjoyed tormenting his Bard, pushing him to his limits, trying to get him to match that unnatural Witcher stamina. ]

Uhuh, I can feel it alright, Jaskier.

[ He muttered in response, letting his hands slip upwards and hold the Bard by his hips. Rocking him slowly as he groaned, feeling just how snug and deeply he was stuffed inside of him. Jaskier's words worked him up a spell, as Geralt bucked his hips a little rougher than he was going for, watching his lover bounce a few harsh times, slamming back down upon his throbbing tort cock. ]

Fuck- ... Mmm, sing for me, sing.

[ 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. ]

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. ]

[ Geralt tipped his chin to look up at Jaskier where he sat, pride of place onto of his cock. Wrapping an arm up and under the Bard's so that he could press a wide, strong palm against Jaskier's shoulder blade, calloused fingers digging in as he used this hold as leverage to helo aid in the Bard's bouncing.

Shit, Jaskier was beautiful, wasn't he? The expression on his flushed face, those piercing blue eyes, and warm thick brown hair, Geralt could stare at him like this all day, could enjoy seeing the faces and sounds he made while in the throes of passion.

Grunting out a sound of pleasure as Jaskier cried out his bliss, feeling the way he rode down with his hips, taking every inch the Witcher had to offer. And as his Bard tossed his head back, Geralt pressed his forward, laying lips to claim the exposed throat. His kiss was harsh and hard, lips rough and wanton, letting his tongue lash across the now pinkish, purple area he'd been sucking a kiss at. Marking him so that all knew who the Bard belonged to. ]

[ the surrounding water is splashing vigorously now, creating waves that disrupt the calm of the pool. jaskier has no mind for that, though, continuing to grind himself down on his witcher's cock, harder and faster as the coiling in the pit of his stomach begins to tighten. his whole body tightens, too. combined with the feel of geralt's lips and tongue and teeth on his neck, jaskier isn't sure how much longer he'll be able to last. already, his dick is leaking all over geralt's abdomen and part of him wants to reach down and grip it, stroke himself in time with the way his body moves, but he doesn't want to come to completion just yet. ]

Oh- Oh gods. Oh gods, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Geralt, please... Touch me!

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