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Geralt watched Jaskier flutter around the tavern, accepting free drinks until his cheeks started to grow rosy red. The wyvern that was terrorizing the town had been put to rest and the mood of the town almost seemed cheery to the witcher. Jaskier haggled for a room in exchange for his vocal talent and even squeezed in a bath for Geralt. All together, one of the nicer nights they will spend on the path this year.
He sipped on his watery ale without actually tasting it. Tonight, Geralt has his eyes trained on Jaskier. He has developed a strange possessiveness of the bard ever since they started to winter together at his home of Kaer Morhen. Watching Jaskier let the crowd touch him left Geralt tense, especially men. A tall man was currently crowding Jaskier into the bar where he had gone to fetch something to drink after his set. He couldn’t see Jaskier from his vantage point in the corner anymore. Geralt took another chug of his ale and set the mug down a little harder than it deserved.
When he looked back up to the bar, he saw Jaskier sneak under the tall man’s arm and wiggle his way to freedom. Geralt felt an odd satisfaction grow at his obvious rejection of the man. Soon, however, he found himself with a lap full of Jaskier.
Jaskier draped his arms around Geralt’s neck dramatically and wiggled his bottom. The movement stirred arousal in his groin. Before he could ask what the hell he was doing, Jaskier bent into his ear and whispered, “That gentlemen has had a bit too much to drink and won’t leave me alone, could you be a dear and scare him off? Please?”
Geralt was going throw him off his lap and tell him to fuck off, but the little please Jaskier exhaled into his ear stroked his possessiveness. With a low hum, Geralt wrapped his arms around him and locked eye contact with the tall man Jaskier was avoiding. He did his best to shoot daggers in that man’s direction, but what he got back was a smirk. Jaskier wasn’t watching the exchange and couldn’t see the look that man was still giving him. Geralt traced his eyes to Jaskiers crotch, then looked over at some women, obviously trying to tell him something.
Geralt sat there oblivious to what the man was implying, judgement clouded by his desire to keep Jaskier from everyone’s leering eyes. That was, until Jaskier wiggled in his lap again. Geralt froze. What he felt hovering over his rapidly hardening dick wasn’t a cock, it was smooth. Jaskier stilled his movements and looked into his eyes. Geralt gripped his hips harder to keep him from getting up.
“Geralt-”
He cut him off with a chuckle into his ear, “I can feel your pussy through your trousers, Jaskier.”
Geralt heard Jaskier’s breath hitch and his heart hammered in his chest. With new boldness, Geralt gently ground into Jaskier to emphasize his point.
“Is this what the man at the bar wanted? You wiggling your little taint on his lap?”
The rest of the tavern was still cheering and singing, completely oblivious to what was happening in the dark corner where the witcher and the bard sat. Knowing they had some privacy, Geralt inched his hand up Jaskier’s thigh and hovered just over his bulge.
“What have you put here?”
“It’s- it’s a sock.” Jaskier answered. His face had gone from pleasantly blushing to a hot red from Geralt’s ministrations.
“Can I see?”
“Geralt,” Jaskier wiggled again and succeeded only in making him harder,”Not here. Please.”
His second please zipped pleasure through Geralt’s body. The pair shuffled out of the corner table as quickly as they could and to their room. Geralt spared a glance at the bar and met eyes with the tall man again, who simply smirked in his direction.
If Jaskier’s heart was beating fast in the tavern, it was thundering now that they were alone together. Not wanting for him to second guess it, Geralt quickly swooped in and captured his lips into a kiss. Jaskier returned it fervently, playfully grabbing Geralt’s hair and tugging ever so slightly. Geralt answered with a low groan and pushed him against the desk they were standing by. Jaskier let his legs fall apart for Geralt to step into. He took the invitation and started to grind against Jaskier’s fake bulge.
Gently, Geralt trailed his hands from where they rested on his hips down to the hem of his pants, dipping his fingers into the waistband. Jaskier let out another shocked breath and pulled back to watch Geralt. His fingers met with stuffed fabric and he pulled it out. In his hand he found a crudely sewn dick and balls. He chuckled at the contrast it took against the finery that Jaskier usually wore.
Jaskier was looking up at him now, eyes sparkling with humiliation. Geralt felt something in the playful mood change. This wasn’t just a roll in the hay, this was revealing his most intimate parts to someone he cared for. Geralt left no room for doubt when he swooped in for another kiss and poured all the love and desire into it that he felt.
“Where have you been hiding this pretty little mound all this time?” Geralt asked Jaskier, dipping his hand back down into his pants to feel the soft folds.
“Ah, I- I didn’t know what you would say. Oh, like that. If y-you saw.”
In response, Geralt pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. Jaskier let out a quiet fuck and started pull at his clothes. Geralt took a hold of his trousers and shucked them off, tangling around his boots he still had on. He entered a frenzy when he saw the little swollen pussy puckering out from between his legs. Geralt grabbed Jaskier’s ankled, still tangled in his trousers, and pulled them up to his head to get a better view of his taint. It was swollen with lust and gleaming with his juices. His large clit was somewhat raised from his arousal. Geralt could feel his own cock straining against his trousers, restricted in its confines he remained in control.
He felt a growing urge to lean down and kiss Jaskier’s pussy. He could smell his arousal heavily here. When his lips met Jaskier’s, he heard a hitch in breath and his name whispered across his lips. Geralt took it as encouragement and landed another kiss right over his hole. From there, he could tell that Jaskier took the time to shave the lips, leaving it alone at his mound. It made a delicious site.
Jaskier grew louder as Geralt grew bolder, going from kitten kisses to licking full striped up his pussy. He switched the hand holding Jaskier’s ankled and gently probed his hole with his middle finger. Jaskier clenched at the new sensation and forced more juice to flow out of his hole. With the dual stimulation, Jaskier was shaking in his grasp and Geralt could tell his orgasm was approaching. His own cock throbbed again in response, demanding his attention.
“Jaskier,” Geralt’s voice was husky from arousal, “let me in. I want to fuck you.”
Jaskier was close to tears and shook his head hard.
“Geralt, yes! Please, I want you.”
Geralt lifted Jaskier back onto his feet where he swayed a little. Brought so close to the brink of orgasm and denied made his head fuzzy in such a pleasurable way. Geralt undressed him like he was a doll. Jaskier’s hands tried to help but he fumbled with his buttons. Soon, he was splayed naked over the bed. Geralt soaked in the sight and pulled his cock from its confines. He stroked it to the sight of Jaskier lifting his legs up and open again, exposing his pussy.
“Hmmm I’m not sure it will fit.” Geralt looked at his own cock, the hole he had his finger in not long ago was tight and he wasn’t small by any standard.
“You wanna try?” Jaskier giggled. He was obviously enjoying the show Geralt was putting on just as much as he was.
Geralt leaned over and kneeled on the bed. He took his cock in his hand and slid up to where Jaskier was laying. His body was flush and exposed. Geralt could feel his cock throb again, knowing he was so exposed while Geralt hadn’t even taken his shoes off yet. He could protect Jaskier, who was so vulnerable right then, he covered his body with his own and laid his cock over Jaskier’s pussy. It was dripping wet and the slide felt like heaven.
Geralt ground his cock into his lips a couple of times, getting it absolutely covered in juices. He could feel himself getting close and he wasn’t even in the glorious heat. He gribbed the base tight and slapped it against Jaskier’s clit a few times.
“Fuck, Geralt.”
“That’s the plan.”
Geralt scooted back to watch himself guide his cock to Jaskier. The tip was dripping a little precum in sympathy to Jaskier’s own leaking taint. He rested the tip just at the entrance and looked up into Jaskier’s eyes. He was met with eyes lit from heat and desire. Jaskier took the initiative and gently sunk down on his cock, forcing it just a few centimeters in.
“Meletile, you're so big. I feel so full.” Lust oozed from his voice, spurring Geralt to push a tiny bit further in. They both let out a groan.
Geralt looked down and saw most of his cock still sticking out from the tight heat. It was going to be work to get the whole thing in. Jaskier had never been so determined. Geralt and Jaskier gently worked together, grinding on each other until Jaskier put his hand on Geralt’s chest.
“I can’t take anymore of it.” Geralt could feel it too, his tip was kissing the entrance to Jaskier’s cervix. The thought drew a spurt of precum out of his cock. He quickly wrapped his hand around what was still left and squeezed, staving off the impending orgasm.
“It will fit.” Geralt promised back, pushing gently in and out. The stretch was further than Jaskier had ever managed before. Geralt was mesmerised at this sight of his cock slowly disappearing and reappearing out of his cunt. The motion was loosening up his tight clench and let another inch sink in to him.
Jaskier had tears forming in his eyes, pleasure was being wrung from him as he was pinned to the bed. He couldn’t decide where to put his sight; on Geralt pumping in and out, or on his face, where yellow eyes traced their movement with a hypnotic stare. Geralt looked up to see Jaskier watching him and he stuttered his hips, forcing even more of him into the heat. There was so little left before he reached the root.
Jaskier’s was making little movements that Geralt was sure he didn’t realise he was doing, trying to meet with Geralt’s gentle thrusts. The heat was building between the two and Geralt snapped when his hips finally made contact with Jaskiers. Suddenly, his thrusts were deeper and faster, reaching all the places inside Jaskier that lit him up. He could feel his pussy juices oozing down his cock and onto his balls where they slapped against his ass.
He was getting close to cumming. The thought of shooting it into Jaskiers throbbing pussy make his cock twitch. He reached down and stroked Jaskier’s large clit with his hand as he thrusted harder. Jaskier started to quake, his legs shook where they were wrapped around Geralt’s still clothed waist. His orgasm took hold and he clenched hard around Geralt, his vision and mind getting hazy.
Geralt had to pull out and catch his breath. If he didn’t he would have shot his load right into Jaskier.
“Flip over.” Geralt growled.
Jaskier was more than happy to comply and flipped to have his bottom in the air. He wiggled it and he settled into place. Geralt wasted no time entering him again. Anxious to get back into his tight heat. They settled back into a quick pace and in no time Jaskier was grunting and shaking again. Geralt didn’t think he could hold it a second time and bent over him again, pinning Jaskier to the bed.
“Let me cum in you.” He demanded more than asked.
Jaskier gave a hesitant stutter and tightened his hands into the pillow.
“I can’t get you pregnant. Let me.” Geralt reasoned with him.
Jaskier squeezed around his cock at the word pregnant, exposing his arousal at that word. Geralt just groaned louder and thrusted in with even more urgency.
“Oh. You want that. You want me to shoot my load inside you, stuffing you full,” Geralt grunted into Jaskiers ear, “want me to breed you.”
Jaskier had tears streaked down his cheeks, squeezing down on Geralt’s dick harder, like he could wring the cum out of it by his strength alone.
“Yes,” he sobbed, “Geralt, breed me. I want to be full.”
At that he started to shake his way into a second orgasm. Geralt didn’t hold back this time, pumping through Jaskier’s orgasm and into his own. He jammed his cock into Jaskier’s cervix and let out his load. He could feel it pumping and throbbing in his tight pussy, all the cum being deposited directly to his cervix.
When Geralt pulled out, a little string of juice and cum still connected them. Jaskier had collapsed into the bed and Geralt sat back on his heels panting. Fuck. That happened. He could see Jaskier’s hole winking at him, fucked open by Geralt and dripping his cum. Geralt gave one last stroke to his softening cock before tucking it back into his small cloth.
He was sweating like a pig in his gear and the appeal of fucking in his clothes was wearing off rapidly. Geralt stripped and grabbed the towel he dried off with earlier that evening to wipe himself down. He climbed into the bed again and stroked Jaskier’s body with the towel.
“Thank you.” Jaskier hummed.
When he was wiped off fully Geralt laid down next to him and pulled him to his chest.
“Ooo, the White Wolf is a post-coital snuggler,” he smiled at Geralt, “shh. I will keep it a secret, no need to ruin your reputation!”
“And I yours.” Geralt returned on a more serious note. Jaskier looked up into his eyes, shining with complete trust. He smiled and tucked his head back into Geralt’s arm, humming in agreement.