Jaskier presses another kiss to Geralt’s jawline, the witcher’s stubble scratching his lips a little. The bard hums contentedly before doing it again.
“Are you done?”Â
The feigned annoyance rumbles in Geralt’s chest, the vibration right under Jaskier’s palm, and yet the witcher tilts his head back to expose more of his neck.
“Nuh-uh,” Jaskier shakes his head, tucking away a strand of white hair. He loves it when Geralt wears it down. It pools on his shoulders like a waterfall made out of silver, makes him look more relaxed too. “I’m not nearly done, my dear.”
The bard wets his own lips and goes straight for the sensitive spot under Geralt’s ear, nibbling and sucking gently, which draws a tiny moan out of the witcher.
Jaskier is feeling quite proud of himself.
“You—” He then cradles his favorite witcher’s face in both hands, looking into those golden ambers that are turning hazy from pleasure. “—deserve all the kisses in the world. Yes, you should get kisses every day.” Jaskier pecks at the corner of Geralt’s mouth once. “For each day of your life—” Twice. “—I shall give you one kiss, so hush now. I have a lot of catching up to do.”
“That’s ridicu—”
Geralt is rudely interrupted by a string of dedicated kisses peppered all over his face. They are gentle, yet full of Jaskier’s unwavering attention. The bard feels a sigh from the witcher ghosting over his skin when he reaches that scar near Geralt’s hairline.
Jaskier’s fingers are carding through white hair when he pulls back.
“You deserve all the love in the world too. Do you know that?”
“Jask, I…”
From the way those amber eyes turn away, hiding from the intensity of those words, Jaskier can tell it’s one of those days. A furrow is forming between Geralt’s brows and Jaskier won’t allow it. Not anymore.
“Hey,” he coaxes Geralt to look back. Within a heartbeat, a big, wet smooch is placed on the witcher’s frown, soothing the doubt underneath.
When their gazes meet, that soft look only reserved for Jaskier is here again, warm and flowing with adoration. Geralt tilts his head slightly.
“You are still ridiculous.”
“I know,” Jaskier chuckles, playing with Geralt’s long hair absently. “And I’ll never change. Not about this.”
With a smile, the bard gets back to his unfinished work. He has a lot of catching up to do after all, and Geralt will have to indulge him for a bit.
Not that he’s complaining.
