#kink!geralt

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Hhh-! Geralt swallowed hard, his grip tightening reflexively on Jaskier’s doublet before he remembered himself and lessened his hold. 

Jaskier huffed a laugh, his attention split between the sudden affection his Witcher was bestowing on him and a persistent and yet elusive tickle deep in his sinuses. 

It was roughly seven months since the last time they had crossed paths, it was then, after one hell of a bender that Geralt had been coerced into reveling a kink of his. 

He'd grown solemn, thoughtful when he had been presented with the question and after a time jaskier had thought it might be best to gloss over and move on when at last Geralt spoke. 

"It's... Uh, hard to explain".

It hadn't been, Jaskier thought it very straight forward; and very easily indulged. Or at least, in theory. After that night, the two had parted ways and hadn't seen each other since. 

Luckily for the bard, and perhaps for the Witcher as well, Jaskier had been convalescing from a terrible head cold in an Inn that Geralt just so happen to actually stop at. 

"Hh- Hih' H... How w..was... Wuh- Hih' Hnng'Ngxxt! Hh-! Whatever you were doing?", Jaskier asked, his voice growing weak as his breath was stolen with only another clipped inhale before he turned his head to sneeze openly to the side. 

Hihh! Hih'SHIEWWW! Ah'HISSHIEW!

He hummed deep in his throat out of fondness when he felt Geralt gasp and the familiar scrape of stubble as Geralt hauled himself up to bury his own nose in the Bard's hair. Inhaling deeply, a tiny waver on his voice as he disciplined his own reaction. 

"B.. Bless you", was spoken lowly into the space just behind his ear and Jaskier shivered at the light contact of lips being pressed slowly down his neck. 

He sniffled thickly but smiled headily up at Geralt when the Witcher surfaced to run those peircing golden eyes over his features, narrowing slightly as he crinkled his nose invitingly.