#geraskiel

“Wonder what your boyfriend would think if they knew what you were doing right now,” Geralt said in his deep, gravely voice.

Jaskier lurched forward and whined around the weight of his cock. He went slack-jawed as Geralt’s hold tightened in his hair. Geralt took control from there and moved Jaskier’s head back and forth, forcing him to bob his head and taste every inch of the throbbing cock in his mouth.

“Think he’d like to see what a desperate little slut you are? What was his name again?” Geralt smirked as he pulled Jaskier back and wrenched up his head.

“E-Eskel,” Jaskier gasped, only to have his head yanked forward again and his throat impaled by Geralt’s leaking prick.

“Eskel… Eskel not enough for you, Jaskier? Doesn’t give you what you need?”

After another moan, Jaskier buried Geralt’s cock to the root again and stayed there as he choked and gagged. Geralt held him there right to the limit until Jaskier had to tap his thigh hard to get him to let go. Geralt let him go, and Jaskier flew back with a gasped breath on his throat. He struggled to find his air with how quickly Geralt grabbed him again and yanked him to his feet.

Geralt kept one hand on his neck while the other went to his face and smeared that mess of saliva into his skin. Jaskier’s knees weakened as a rush of uselessness washed over him. Geralt knew just how to mess with him, how to make him light-headed and hard.

“Not—not here,” Jaskier said. “Needed to be fucked—”

He stopped when Geralt’s fingers forced into his mouth, and like that, Geralt dragged him across the room to the bed and tossed him down. Jaskier gasped as Geralt grabbed him by the legs and yanked him to the edge of the bed. While Geralt stood fully dressed, cock tugged out of his jeans, Jaskier was bare and flushed down to his chest where his nipples stood red and pert, begging to be touched.

Geralt held Jaskier’s legs up to his shoulders, and he pushed in so close that the zipper of his jeans dug into Jaskier’s backside as their cocks rubbed together. Jaskier shivered and buried his fingers in the sheets. This was exactly what they both liked about Geralt. Jaskier would never cheat, not on either of them. Eskel stood right outside the door listening to them, and they both knew it. They could hear his soft gasps through the door as he rutted into his fists and imagined being in either of their places.

“Any stranger will do for you, is that it? As long as there’s something thick in your slutty hole. Have you ever tried a toy?”

“Not enough.” Jaskier gasped as Geralt’s hips rolled against him. “Need—need more. Need someone to hold me down.”

Geralt chuckled, dark and deep, as he reached for the vial of oil on the nightstand. “Need someone to make you feel like a bitch, is that it?”

An embarrassed keen left Jaskier’s throat, but it sounded as forced as it was. Jaskier had never been embarrassed of his wants, not since the moment Geralt met him. As long as they’d all been together, there was so little room left for embarrassment that it was beautiful. Despite his sound, Jaskier rolled his hips into Geralt’s like he needed this, and Geralt knew he did.

He stopped long enough to hear Eskel from the hallway, who gave such a sharp, jolted moan that they both knew he’d just come into his own palm. After that, Geralt leaned forward and pushed two of his fingers against Jaskier’s quivering hole.

“Should I go slow?” Geralt asked as he eased them inside. “When’s your boyfriend getting home?”

Jaskier shook his head. “Don’t—don’t know.”

“Well then, let’s put on a show for him.”

Jaskier put up a fight, then. A weak one, feeble and pathetic as he kicked his legs into Geralt’s shoulder and writhed against the bedsheets. All Geralt had to do was grab his wrists and force them to the bed, held down with one of his own hands. Eager as always, Jaskier helped by making sure he was easy to grab.

“Please,” Jaskier gasped. “He can’t know. He can’t know. Fuck me and leave—”

“We do this my way,” Geralt said. He crooked his fingers inside of Jaskier and pulled a sharp sound from his throat. “We go slow. Your boyfriend sees us. Maybe he likes it enough I fuck him, too, yeah?”

In My Dreams

Soft lips press against Jaskier’s neck, even as another pair slowly make their way down his chest, showering him with kisses like the brush of butterfly wings. He tries to arch up into it, but four hands hold him down with ease; two on his arms and two on his hips. It’s easy to relax into their comforting grip, the sword calluses and scars as familiar as his own skin. The rasp of stubble against his stomach makes him shiver in delight, a sigh of contentment falling from his lips.

There’s a deep chuckle in his ear before slightly sharp teeth gently nip at his lobe, scars rubbing his face as Eskel, for it must be him, steals Jaskier’s lips for a deep kiss. Not to be outdone, Geralt lightly bites at Jaskier’s hip, his teeth barely pressing down before he goes back to covering Jaskier in kisses. Surrounded by his two beloved witchers, Jaskier is content to lay there and let them worship him. There is no fiery need consuming him, just soft and gentle pleasure.

Geralt’s hands slowly slide down to Jaskier’s thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the expanse of flesh, being so careful to leave it unblemished, though Jaskier wouldn’t mind a few marks. He sighs and moans into Eskel’s mouth, only to whimper when Eskel pulls away, his quiet chuckle a puff of hot air against Jaskier’s lips. Then there are lips on his cheek again, careful little nibbles down the column of his throat.

He can’t concentrate on that for long, because Geralt is pressing lips to the inside of his knee, strong hands holding Jaskier’s knees up, resting them on broad shoulders. Behind him is Eskel, his strong and warm arms wrapping around Jaskier, one large hand splayed across his stomach while the other rests on Jaskier’s chest, gently thumbing his collarbone.

Surrounded by his witchers, Jaskier lets himself relax. Here he is warm, safe, and loved. He is in no rush, simply content to be held.

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Jaskier awakens slowly, morning light finally drawing him from his haze of pleasant dreams. He is alone in the bed; Eskel and Geralt have been up since the sun rose, and their spots on the bed are cold. His skin still tingles from the dream, and it’s so easy to imagine that his lovers were with him only moments before.

Finally entering the room and closing the door behind them they prepared for bed, laying in a fire and undressing before crawling into the pile of soft linens and furs laid on the large bed. They laid on their sides facing one another, joining their hands again in the small space left between their bodies, free hands laying upon each other’s hips.

Geralt ran his hand up Jaskier’s side and into the thick thatch of chest hair of his bard then up his neck to cup his face, rubbing his thumb over the cheekbone. He did not speak, but Jaskier could see the love in his gaze and the request to touch him as he had been touched earlier in the day. Jaskier nodded and kissed his sweet wolf then rolled onto his back to allow him to touch and caress his fill, hands still entwined between them.

Geralt lightly ran his fingers over the poet’s brow, down his nose, and across his lips, where they were gently kissed rather than being nipped at as he had done to his lover that afternoon. He smiled and replaced his fingers with his own lips for a chaste kiss before continuing his exploration.

His fingers ran back through the hair of Jaskier’s chest, finding the small scar under his collarbone  from when a painfully young Jaskier was fiddling with his lute strings while Geralt laundered their clothes and one snapped unexpectedly, the larger scar on the ribs on the opposite side from a bar fight gone awry, the birthmark above his hip. He kissed each of these as he made his way down Jaskier’s body, from the broad shoulders to the narrow hips to the thighs made strong from miles of walking every day. He kissed the blossoming bruise from where the bard had startled at dinner and slammed his leg into the underside of the table, cursing even as the others roared with laughter.

“Do you want some salve for this?” Geralt murmured, not really inclined to move but wanting to give Jaskier the same care that he received.

“No, it’s only a small bruise, it’ll be gone in a few days and doesn’t hurt at all,” Jaskier smiled down at him. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you were laughing at my pain along with the others earlier though!”

“Hmm,” Geralt rumbled amusedly, getting his hair gently tugged in retaliation. Naturally this led him to gently bite at Jaskier’s thigh, and a small scuffle ensued before the pair settled back down with Geralt draped along Jaskier’s front, hands laced on his chest and his chin resting atop them. Jaskier began to untie Geralt’s braids until he could sink his hands into the glorious white mane.

“I’m supposed to be the one lavishing you with attention my heart.”

“Well dearest you have such gorgeous hair I simply couldn’t resist.”

The pair chuckled at each other and didn’t move, content to lay in each other’s company with no sound save their breathing and the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Even the wind outside had ceased its usual howling for the day. The silence remained for some time until Eskel opened the door to come in, shedding his boots and clothes as he made his way to the bed.

“Fleeced them of all their coin, did you?” Geralt asked.

“Lambert got into the white gull too soon and forgot to warn his Cat not to bet against me,” Eskel replied as he joined the pair in bed. “Vesemir stayed to watch the show, then went off to bed grumbling about poor forms. Think Guxart’s gonna get a strongly worded letter about training his kittens better before letting them out on the Path before week’s end.” He settled on his side facing  the others with his head resting on Jaskier’s arm and his hand on Geralt’s back. Taking a deep breath, he sighed in happiness. “Smells like love and contentment in here, never gonna get used to that.”

“Dearest dragon, I will give you both every opportunity to get used to that scent for as long as I have breath in my lungs and a song in my heart. You deserve that and so much more.”

“Best get to composing then poet, the Wolf and I will be keeping you around for a long time yet.” This was met with a growl of approval from Geralt, who settled impossibly closer to Jaskier as he moved his arm to lay his hand on Eskel’s scarred cheek. He knew he couldn’t leave his had there for very long as it began to irritate the often sensitive skin, but he loved to thumb at the notch in Eskel’s lip and see the hint of fang underneath. Eskel’s weren’t as long as his own, another side effect of his second round of mutations, but they still marked him as kin. The last of Geralt’s cadre. The mages tweaked at the mutagenic potions between each round of Trials, no other group had ended up with fangs as they had.

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Why they let themselves be dragged out again is a mystery.

That mystery happens to be called Aiden.

Both Geralt and Eskel are almost certain that they could just leave and Lambert wouldn’t even notice but they’re not going to go back on their word to stay in case something goes wrong. Which it won’t because Lambert might be reluctant to admit it but both he and Aiden are practically together at this point, but still.

"It’s my turn to get us drinks I guess," Geralt sighs.

Eskel wants to protest that he'd rather not be left alone but the bartender had given him a weird look earlier so it works for him to stay as far away from their judgement as possible. He turns his attention back to his phone, barely unlocking it before someone drapes an arm around his shoulder. Someone who definitely isn't his boyfriend.

His fists automatically curl with the intention of punching whoever it is but then he hears them frantically whisper in his ear: "Please please please play along, my ex won't leave me alone."

Ah, screw it, he can't refuse that.

"You've been gone a while!" he says rather loudly, hoping the stranger understands.

He does. A quiet sigh of relief later, the stranger slots into the seat beside him. "Sorry, dear, the queue was really long."

Eskel finally looks up, almost forgetting how to inhale when he meets the gaze of possibly the most blue eyes he's ever seen. If it weren’t for the obvious panic brewing in them, he might otherwise have commented on how striking they are.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” the stranger says loudly, clearly not for his benefit.

“Just the usual amount,” Eskel replies, honestly just wondering why the other man had picked him to trick his ex with; it’s not like there aren’t a fair few people sitting by themselves in the bar.

The blue-eyed stranger is silent for a moment but then curses under his breath. "He isn't buying it, I'm going to die."

Not on his watch.

Praying that Geralt won't be mad at him later, Eskel slips his arm around the stranger's waist. "Do you trust me?" he whispers softly.

When the man nods, Eskel tugs him closer, so close that they’re almost entirely pressed together, wrapping his other arm around him too. There's a moment of confusion before the man laughs, leaning forwards as if to kiss him when he shifts to get more comfortable.

"Thank you," he murmurs softly.

"Eskel?"

Oh, for the love of-

"I think you miscounted, darling," the stranger replies to Geralt before Eskel can say anything.

"You're drunk enough, I think,” Eskel interjects, nodding to Geralt who, to his credit, doesn't miss even half a beat before grinning.

"Exactly, and we didn't come here just to drag you home again," he says, placing the drinks down before turning back to them. To both the stranger's and Eskel’s shock, he plants a small kiss on both of their cheeks. Gods, Eskel loves him so much for being able to analyse the situation properly and play along.

A moment later, the stranger sighs in relief, slumping in Eskel’s arms. "He's gone, I literally cannot thank you enough."

Geralt raises an eyebrow. "You could get off my boyfriend for starters."

The blue-eyed stranger jumps, almost falling over in his haste to clamber off. "I'm so sorry, I don't mean to be a homewrecker. Well, that could depend on who you ask but I definitely didn't this time. I just needed a handsome stranger to- wait, that doesn't help my case, does it? Oh blast, I'm just going to go now…"

Eskel and Geralt share a very brief look before Eskel clears his throat pointedly. "Shouldn't you stay? What if your ex circles back to see you gone?"

Blue eyes widen as they glance between the two of them. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude… I mean, I wouldn't exactly be complaining per se but I feel bad enough as it is and I’d hate to cause any kind of-"

"You’re rambling again" Eskel interrupts.

"That's me," the stranger agrees, "Jaskier who never shuts up."

Geralt doesn't know if he likes Jaskier because the man is just likeable or because Eskel seems to like him but either way, he finds himself sliding a drink across the table. “We’re pretty good listeners.”

Jaskier bites his lip for all of thirty seconds before nodding. “Okay. Okay. Um, and you don’t… mind?”

Eskel definitely doesn’t mind and judging by the way Geralt hasn’t glared him into leaving yet or given any indication that he’s against this change of plans, it’s safe to assume he doesn’t mind either.

“Not at all,” Eskel assures him.

The grateful smile Jaskier gives them in reply is worth far more than the trouble of needing to buy another drink. Which Geralt does with only the slightest reluctance at having to get up and interact with someone again.

“Thank you again, honestly. I’m sorry, I swear I’m usually better at first introductions and all,” Jaskier says as soon as Geralt’s back.

“Mhm, I’m Geralt.”

Eskel laughs at the look of confusion on Jaskier’s face. “It’s okay, this is him being polite.”

Jaskier visibly relaxes. “Right. Tall, dark, and handsome, I totally get that. It’s a very attractive vibe and I think you pull it off spectacularly.”

Surprisingly, Geralt promptly decides to ruin that vibe by blushing. Eskel’s eyes widen at that, turning to Jaskier in amazement. “Not bad for an introduction.”

“I think you have me beat there, you were literally a blessed knight in, uh, casual armour.” Jaskier grins.

Geralt’s turn to laugh at the redness on Eskel’s face this time. “And that makes you the damsel?” he asks Jaskier, raising an eyebrow.

Jaskier almost chokes on the gulp he was taking, spluttering for a second before pointing an offended index finger at Geralt. “Excuse me, I may have been in distress but I am not a damsel. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to lose a tail, you know.”

“Yeah, your ex seems great,” Eskel teases as if he’s not actually very concerned.

Shrugging, Jaskier takes a proper sip of his drink. “Valdo’s not a terrible person, he was just a terrible choice for me.”

“Is he going to continue being a problem?” Geralt asks, clearly just as concerned as Eskel.

“Probably not,” Jaskier says with a smirk, “he wouldn’t dare to confront two modern day knights who look like they belong in a modelling studio.”

Both of them scoff at that since Jaskier himself looks like he was practically born to be in front of a camera, but neither of them want to get into an argument with him about it so they just let it slide.

“Uh, speaking of belonging…” Jaskier trails off as soon as the words leave his mouth and for a moment, it looks like he’s about to stop functioning altogether, but then he sighs heavily and offers them both a smile. “Is this”- he gestures to the space between them- “just a temporary performance for Valdo’s sake or it there a chance for something more long term here?”

Eskel looks over to Geralt, both of them silently confirming that they’re in agreement before Eskel turns back to Jaskier with a smile as soft as he can manage. “We’re okay with seeing where things go.”

“As long as you buy the drinks next time,” Geralt adds.

Jaskier beams, his eyes practically glowing with relief even in the bar’s questionably dim lighting, and both of them know they’re not letting go of him any time soon. The only downside to the situation is that they’re going to have to actually thank Lambert for dragging them out this time.

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please excuse any ooc mess,, i'm tired™ and didn't think the logistics through, just wanted to post this instead of it gathering dust in my docs :p

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