#dagger time

“You can fight?”

“Of course I can fight! What do you think I do when you’re not here?”

Geralt growled and lunged forward. Jaskier stumbled until his back hit a tree. Geralt’s dagger pressed against his throat, the cold steel making him shiver as Geralt’s body pushed up against his. Jaskier raised his hands in defeat and grinned at his witcher. He might have lost the fight but he had Geralt exactly where he wanted him.

He dropped his dagger and ran a finger along Geralt’s cheek, raising his chin as the dagger pressed harder against his throat. “You win, darling. Now will you claim you prize?”

Geralt’s dagger fell to the floor and Jaskier’s hands were pinned above his head by the witcher, Geralt lips devouring his own with a passion rarely seen in the witcher. Jaskier moaned into the kiss, writhing in Geralt’s grip, grinding his hips against Geralt’s.

“Stay still,” Geralt growled, capturing Jaskier’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Jaskier whined and tried to kiss Geralt but the bastard moved back too fast. “Fuck you,” He muttered. “Better yet, fuck me.”

“Shut up and I might,” Geralt chuckled, his lips brushing along Jaskier’s jaw before sucking at the skin just below Jaskier’s eyes.

Jaskier let out a wanton moan that would have rivalled that of a whore’s. “Gods, hurry up, you bastard.”

Geralt let go of his wrists and lifted up, Jaskier’s legs wrapping around Geralt’s waist. “Needy little whore.”

Jaskier held the dagger in his mouth as he straddled Geralt’s waist. Geralt’s shirt was already lost to the floor and Jaskier couldn’t pull his doublet off his arms fast enough. He finally managed to pull it free before he flung the offending item of clothing haphazardly, not caring where it landed. Geralt’s eyes were blown wide and dark with hunger. It was an absolutely sinful sight. Jaskier winked at his lover and carefully pulled the blade from his mouth. He bit his lip as he carefully hooked the blade under Geralt’s medallion. Geralt’s breath hitched and Jaskier smirked.

“Shall we leave this on, love?” He asked with a tilt of his head and lifted the medallion off Geralt’s chest.

Geralt groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. Jaskier smirked and reached forward to cup Geralt’s cheek, rolling his hips as he did. He bit his lip to contain a moan. Both of them were still clothed from waist down, Geralt in his leather trousers and Jaskier in his silk red ones but the friction between them still made Jaskier’s blood race. Jaskier let Geralt’s medallion fall to his chest. It bounced once and then fell flat against Geralt’s pale skin. Jaskier hummed and trailed the flat of the blade just over Geralt’s heart.

“Jaskier.” Geralt murmured breathlessly.

“Hmm?” Jaskier cooed. “What’s that, dear heart?” His free hand ran up Geralt’s stomach towards his shoulders and then back down to pinch Geralt’s nipple.

Geralt let out a low growl, his eyes fluttering shut and he bared his neck to Jaskier so prettily. Jaskier licked his lips as he ever so gently slid the blade up Geralt’s chest and pressed the edge to his throat.

“Jask!” Geralt gasped.

“Is this what you wanted, my darling?” Jaskier asked, pressing the blade a little harder against the soft skin of Geralt’s throat.

“Hmm.”

“Words, Geralt.” Jaskier hummed and rolled his hips again.

“Yes.” He growled.

“You’re so good for me like this.”

Geralt’s cheeks flushed at the praise and Jaskier grinned. Oh his lovely witcher. He was starting to feel heady and his hands were beginning to shake. Fuck, they weren’t even naked yet and his cock was aching with desire. He leant down to capture Geralt’s lip, pulling the bottom one between his teeth. Geralt growled and his hand’s gripped Jaskier arse.

“Fuck, Geralt.” Jaskier could feel his control begin to slip. He thrust against Geralt in desperation to feel that delicious friction. Geralt’s trouser’s were so delightfully tight and he could feel Geralt’s hard cock rub against his. He pulled the dagger away from Geralt’s throat and dragged it along Geralt’s cheek. Geralt’s eyes fluttered open, golden eyes still dark as he gazed up at him. Jaskier winked and threw the dagger at the door. It impaled the wood with a resounding thud and Geralt groaned.

“If we have to pay for that….”

“Shhh..” Jaskier sighed and wrapped his fingers around Geralt’s throat where the blade had been. Geralt lifted his chin and his hips bucked up off the bed. “Patience, darling….”

“Please.” Geralt moaned. “Jaskier.”

Jaskier brushed his lips lightly across Geralt’s cheek and ghosted over Geralt’s lips. “Please what?”

“I want you.” Geralt reached up to try and kiss him but Jaskier moved back, delighting in the way Geralt’s lips chased his.

“You have me, dear heart. However, you want me.”

Geralt’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips and he reached up to tug at the ends of Jaskier’s shirt. “Off now.” He growled.

Jaskier smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “Say please.”

“Fuck.” Geralt glared up at him.

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Close enough.” He laughed and bopped Geralt on the nose. He pulled off his shirt, definitely not getting it caught around his head. He knelt up and unlaced his trousers before kicking them off with far too much effort. Before the mood could be broken he lunged forward to capture Geralt’s lips in a blistering kiss, his hands immediately threading through Geralt’s hair and tugging roughly at the silver strands.

He moaned as Geralt bit his lips and the kiss deepened. Geralt’s tongue forced its way into Jaskier’s mouth, as they fought for control. Geralt growled and rolled them over. Jaskier’s back slammed into the mattress and he gasped as Geralt began to bite and suck at his neck but Jaskier wasn’t done, the dagger may be beyond his reach but he’d planned to have fun with his witcher tonight, the bastard wasn’t ruining that.

“Did I say you could do that, Geralt?” He snapped as he tugged at Geralt’s hair, pulling him away from his neck.

“No sir.” Geralt hummed.

“That’s what I thought. Take the rest of your clothes off and then get back on the bed.”

Jaskier propped himself up so he could watch the show. The lacing on the front of Geralt’s black leather trousers drove Jaskier insane. It was like Geralt’s cock was begging to be unwrapped, just for him. Geralt knew this and smirked as he gently tugged at the lacing, unthreading it hole by hole until it came loose and the leather fell to the floor. Jaskier moaned as he realised that Geralt had been wearing no underclothes all day.

“Gods, Geralt…” He stared unashamedly at his lover’s hard and leaking cock. “Bed. Now.”

Geralt grunted at crawled back onto the bed, his medallion hanging from his neck. Geralt’s fingers hooked around the band of Jaskier’s underclothes and he met Jaskier’s eyes in a silent question.

“Yes.” Jaskier moaned. “Please.” He lifted his arse of the bed and Geralt pulled them off in one swift movement.

“Fuck.” Geralt cursed as he stared at the sight in front of him. Jaskier preened, his never tired of the way Geralt looked at him.

“Please.” He repeated with a wink. He grabbed the bottle of oil from the table next to the bed and tossed it to Geralt. Geralt snatched the bottle out of the air and pulled the cork out with his teeth.