#ace!coen

“Lambert, you son of a bitch!“ Geralt said loudly with a happy smile on his face, making his bard look at him disbelief.”I heard you were nearby, just didn’t know how close you truly were!“

“White-haired fucker!“ man with same yellow eyes as Geralt, now identified as Lambert, greeted Geralt with an insult and a smile of his own. Musician gave up on trying to understand what was going on and turned back to dinner, ensuring it didn’t burn. He felt eyes on his back.”Where are your manners, old wolf?“ Younger witcher teased White Wolf,”won’t you introduce me to your friend?“

“Right, lets go to the fire“ Jaskier could hear footsteps coming closer, stopping beside him and a thump on either side of him. On his left was Geralt and on his right Lambert.”Jaskier, meet Lambert. He is a fellow wolf witcher“ Geralt  noticed the way Lambert’s sparkled.”Lambert, this is my....friend...Jaskier“ Lambert noticed how Geralt paused on ‘friend’ for a moment and wanted to pick on him for it, but changed his mind, deciding instead to insult Jaskier and see the reaction.

“Jaskier? As in the one who was dumb enough to try to befriend you?“ Geralt sighed deeply. He wasn’t in the mood to argue with Lambert.

“I believe insulting the man who could easily ruin your reputation to be dumb“, Jaskier said, smiling pleasantly,”but then again what would I know? I’m just a bard“ Lambert liked this human, he didn’t smell of fear and was ready to throw his insults back. He changed the tactic and starting to flirt. He smiled at the bard, and Jaskier knew he passed some kind of test.

“So is what Geralt says true? That you two are” Lambert glanced at fellow wolf, and smiled charmingly at musician,”just friends?”He said last two words in a disbelieving voice.”I hope Geralt wouldn’t mind sharing...” cue a wicked smile full of promise, his pupil rounding and dilating.

“I’m not a toy to be shared or owned“, Jaskier answered with a flirty smile of his own and adding a wink. Oh yes, Lambert definitely liked this one.

Lambert and Jaskier kept flirting and insulting each other over dinner, becoming more aroused and the scent was making Geralt’s nose twitch. Eventually he told them to go and fuck it out but not too far away, the scent was starting to make him uncomfortable. Jaskier was looking at him with concerned, Lambert was quick to reassure Jaskier that Geralt didn’t mind it at all and that “knowing him he’ll want to cuddle when we come back”. They left Geralt to take care of left-overs and sleeping bags.

Geralt hummed to himself, a habit he picked up from Jaskier, as he moved around camp. He didn’t care the two of them went to “have some actual fun” as Lambert’d put it, he was happy that they liked each other and were attracted to each other, it meant two he cares about coulv. White wolf preferred cuddling over any other form of affection, while Lambert and Jaskier were similar. They needed sex, Jaskier enjoyed it while Lambert loved having sex, especially with people he knew he could trust. The sleeping bags were, indeed, all placed close to each other.

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Several weeks later, Jaskier was traveling alone. He was on a road to a bigger settlement when he was attacked by bandits. They thought he’d be an easy target and have coin for them to take, if nothing else they’d happily take his lute. They didn’t expect a witcher to jump into bards defense. The witcher quickly chased them away. Jaskier noticed the man was older, seemingly in late forties or early fifties, and that his medallion was a wolf. Bard figured this must be a wolf witcher and from Geralt’s school.

“Hello, kind witcher!“ Jaskier started dramatically, forgetting to introduce himself, unsurprising considering his barely contained excitement.”I was wondering if you perhaps know Geralt and Lambert of Wolf school?“

The witcher was amused by young man in front of him “Of course I know those two little rascals for I’m the one who’s trained them in sword fighting!” the man was trying to be as dramatic as bard he just met.“I’m Vesemir, and you must be one of my pups flower? The bard named after a flower, I mean?”

The new nickname brought a bright smile on Jaskier’s face. He confirmed that “yes I am in fact Jaskier” asked older man if he’d mind some music? And a song in his honor was most certainly in order, he was after all his wolves teacher. The old wolf gave his new flowery pup an indulgent smile. Jaskier traveled with papa wolf who adopted him (Vesemir kept calling him pup or flower and eventually Jask asked about it....Vesemir admitted to viewing bard the same way he views his witcher pups). When they got to town where they were supposed to split up, flower made several songs in wolfs honour (Ves adored the songs his pup created for him) and bard received a dagger “for protection”. Jaskier knew enough about handling a dagger to be able to protect himself somewhat.

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In early autumn Jaskier met up with Geralt again. Geralt invited Jaskier to join him and others in Kaer Morhen. Jaskier was overjoyed, he’d get to see Lammy again! And he’d hopefully meet some other withcers. Geralt and Jaskier made their way to Kaer Morhen much earlier then Geralt usually did and arrived after Vesemir (who was delighted his pups were almost all home) and another witcher, this one was also a wolf and he had scars deforming left side of his face, pulling his upper lip and revealing his teeth. Jaskier didn’t stare, nor was he bothered by scars. He found the witcher, who was taller then Geralt and with boarder shoulders and chest, to be endearing with his shy attitude. Bard was sad when he noticed how he kept trying to hide his scars, Jaskier unable to contain, his excitement and love for this new witcher, pulled the scarred wolf into a hug. Eskel was confused why this pretty songbird wasn’t afraid and "oh this is nice". From day 1 Jaskier called him “Eskie” and always had a smile for big and seemingly scary man.

A week and a half later, Lambert finally arrived, with two new witchers. These two weren’t wolves, one was from Griffin School and the other was a Cat. Jaskier noticed how cat witcher looked over everyone with interest on his face, while griffin looked at Jaskier with open curiosity. When they were introduced, griffin’s, who was known as Coën, seemed excited to speak with him about Oxenfurth and music lessons and a shy “could you show me how to play lute?”. Honorary pup was so happy to see a witcher who wished to learn about his music and could discuss it. Coën reminded him of his lovely White Wolf, but nightingale (as Geralt called him) couldn’t figure out what. Cat, or Aiden as he was introduced, was a lot more like Lammy then Geralt or papa wolf. He was a lot more flirty then insulting (or, as Geralt and Eskel called it, flirting aggressively), and flower was happy to have all attention on him.

After a few days it took to newcomers to settle in, they started training. Aiden invited bard to join, saying he wished to see how he handled his dagger. He was unimpressed, disappointed really. He turned towards Geralt and asked dead serious "Really, Wolf, you travel with such precious human and you don't teach them how to fight???"  Coën joined training the bird how to fight, he adored the bard didn’t wish for him to get injured.

Every couple of days Jaskier and Lambert would disappear and come back smelling like each other. Sometimes Aiden would join them, and Geralt knew Eskel wanted to as well, but...well, he was too insecure and didn’t know Jaskier well (which made things hard for Eskel even more....he preferred to have an emotional connection with his lovers). So the rest of witchers ensured that Eskie and bird spend some time togther, without anyone. Geralt and Coën were fixing a part of the keep, trying to make it functional, Vesemir, like he most often did when he didn’t train with others, was in his lab, making a potion or something, while Lambert dragged Aiden somewhere, presumably to fuck.

Eskel was in the kitchen making bread and singing to himself, when Jaskier entered. “Oh thank Melitele! I thought everyone has gone off doing something dangerous!” the wolf was confused, they had enough meat for the next three days, after all Lambert had a successful hut yesterday, there was no monster bothering them, and Geralt and Coën were working on the keep...Maybe others were sparring? “You can sing” bard said softly, completely in awe of witcher’s deep rough singing voice. “Can we sing together? And can I help you somehow?”

“I thought everyone can sing? If you could pass me some flour that’d be great“ Eskel was even more confused, none of the others ever offered to help him bake, but he wasn’t one to look gift horse in mouth. “And sure, we can sing together tonight, after dinner....I know most popular songs” And from there they kept talking, mostly Jaskier and Eskel was more then happy to let him talk.

Coën was in the kitchen, it was his turn to cook dinner. He was wandering when Eskel would return from the hunt. Hopefully Eskel doesn't get attacked by a monster Coën thought. He and Eskel were close, which was expected - Eskel did save him from a couple angry succubi and a probable death.....and fucked the succubi for some reason that Coën knew but didn't care about. He was startled out of his thoughts by door that were slammed open - Eskel was home, with a big deer over his shoulder.

"Hey,Co" Eskel greeted Griffin witcher,"I skinned it and gutted it"

The news of not having to skin and gut the animal made Coën light up - grateful he didn't have to do the part he hated."Thanks, Esk, I hate gutting. Dinner will be in half an hour. Did you get hurt?"

Eskel nodded, said that "no, no wounds this time" and invited Coën to join him in the hot springs later, for a bath. Coën accepted the invitation, he missed Eskel greatly the last few days and couldn't wait to spend some time with him.

Dinner was....not quiet as it never was with Lambert and Jaskier there. Vesemir decided to just leave them alone instead of attempt to stop them from teasing each other and ate his dinner which was absolutely delicious. After dinner Aiden and Lambert left together, probably to Lambert’s room and they invited Jaskier who rejected the invitation, saying he had some things to discuss with Vesemir and followed said witcher to library; Geralt went to stables, they all knew how much he loved Roach and that he brushed her mane everyday during winter (none of them would admit that he brushed all other horses as well and that they were grateful for that), which meant that Coën and Eskel had the springs all to themselves. 

As soon as they entered the “room” with springs Coën turned to Eskel and started to undress him, after he took off wolf’s shirt he kissed Esk’s neck. The breeches and smalls were off quickly and Eskel was helping the other witcher get naked, kissing his cheeks and shoulders, murmuring against his skin how much he appreciates the other man. Soon Coën was nude and they were in the warm pool-like spring, sitting on opposite sides. Eskel wanted to Coën to touch him but was unsure if Griffin would be up for that and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with such question - touching and kissing was one thing sex was something else entirely, especially to the sweet Griffin! Luckily for him Coën knew him too well.

“Esk?“ the wolf looked up from water, startled out of his thoughts by the soft tone of Coën’s voice. Coën, seeing he had wolf’s attention, asked,”will you come over please? And lean against my chest?” 

Eskel was pleasantly surprised by the request and he quickly obeyed it. He felt Griffin’s go around his waist, one settling on his chest and the other on his side, both stroking his skin gently, and Coën nuzzling and kissing his neck. The sensations were making Esk melt and move his head to expose his neck more.  Coën smiled and moved his wandering fingers from side down wolf’s stomach and the fingers on wolf’s chest moved to tease his nips, getting happy moans, groans and purrs as reward. He trailed his kisses up Eskel’s neck, along his jaw, cheeks and finally reaching his mouth. Esk made more happy noises as Coën’s hand reached, after what seemed like eternity to wolf, his hard cock. The touch was gentle, loving and Eskel pushed into it, but a hand holding his hips stopped him. 

“Coën, please!“Wolf whined, not stopping his attempts at seeking more the touch.

“Not yet, my sweet wolf“ was whispered into his ear as a kiss was dropped there.”Have patience and enjoy“ Eskel shivered as he felt Coën’s warm breath against his neck.

Griffin was gentle and slow with his touches, kisses and bites, his words were chosen to tease the witcher in his arms. As he stroked and played with Eskel’s cock and bit his neck, Coën realized Eskel’s thrusts were gone, but his moans were loud. 

“Sit on edge“ Eskel turned to look at Coën wide-eyed who kissed him and said in a gentle voice ”I want to suck you, Esk“ while stroking Esk’s cheek.

Eskel was amazed by his darling Griffin and was ready to do whatever to make him happy - so as he moved forward to sit on edge of his previous place a hand stopped him. “Sit here” and Melitele be damned if that wasn’t the hottest thing Eskel heard in his entire life, the bossy and growly tone was doing some truly wicked things, especially combined with the look in Coën‘s eyes. As witcher settled on the edge, Griffin trailed his finger over his scars. Some scars were sensitive and some weren’t, whenever he traced a sensitive one Esk sighed. Coën kissed him, first on mouth and then trailed his jaw, biting and licking his neck and shoulders moving lover and pausing at Esk’s chest. Coën looked at him with mischievous look in his eyes, leaned and licked his nipples. Eskel, not expecting it as he had his eyes closed, drew a sharp breath in and opened his eyes. His knuckles were white where he clutched the edge of the pool from all the things Coën ‘s been doing to him. 

Soon, Coën was on his knees, in perfect height for sucking Esk off. He wandered if whoever shaped the pool had in mind witchers getting it on or if it was coincidence....somehow he doubted it - he did know many wolves and out of all of them only Geralt never showed any interest in sex....thankfully when he refocused he was stroking Eskel slowly, who was biting his lip.

“Eskie, let me hear you, my lovely wolf.”He kissed up Eskel’s thigh and, as he neared his wolf’s dick, Eskel’s whimpers became louder and turned into moans and purrs. By the time he got Eskie’s cock, Eskel looked ready to burst.“You do realize you can touch me, right?” 

Immediately, Eskie’s hand was on Coën‘s cheek stroking it. Griffin was licking the head of his cock, preparing to take him in, when he shot a smirk to his wolf. He started to slowly take in more of the other witcher. 

“Coën, damn-“ Eskel was panting, his voice husky,”that feels great“ 

 Coën blobbed his head a little faster, dragging his tongue over the underside of his lovers cock. One hand was wandering over Eskie’s stomach, while the other was playing with man’s balls and  the perineum. All the sensual touches, the strokes and caresses combined with Coën’s amazing and talented mouth effected the wolf so much and he felt overwhelmed.

“Co...I-I...please“ Eskie was lucky that Coën always understood and knew what he wanted (it was handy when they hunt together). Coën simply hummed and Eskel came into his mouth. Eskel never felt lighter in his life. Soon he was in Coën’s arms and he nuzzled Co’s neck with a content sigh. Coën carried him somewhere and when they arrived he realized it was his room. He was put onto his bed and his Griffin turned to leave.

“Do you want to stay?“ From Griffin’s expression is was obvious he didn’t expect that question. He nodded and settled next to his wolf.”You didn’t come?“