#nskf

It’s a night like any other: a small town tavern, a rambunctious crowd cheering for his filthiest songs, a little more ale than is strictly advisable. With his performance complete and coin collected, Jaskier heads over to join Geralt at the table in the corner.

Except this night is not like any other, because on this night, for some utterly unknown but most definitely welcome reason, instead of letting him sit on the bench Geralt pulls Jaskier into his lap, fingers digging into his hips with just a touch too much force to be called playful. Jaskier barely has time to huff out a little oh of surprise before Geralt buries his face into his neck and inhales, possessive and carnal.

“You smell goddamn intoxicating,” Geralt growls, and it’s just as well Jaskier is sitting because his knees go watery at that. “Want me take you to bed?”

Jaskier’s mind comes screeching to a shocked halt, but luckily his mouth has never needed his brain’s input to function. “Hell yes,” he answers, far too fast to pretend he hasn’t been dreaming about this for fucking years. He has no idea where this has come from but he isn’t going to waste this opportunity. “Posthaste and with great enthusiasm, my dear witcher.”

Geralt growls, and Jaskier feels the reverberations through his chest. He stands and practical drags Jaskier up the stairs to their room, and Jaskier has never been happier to be manhandled.

Jaskier is expecting – well, he’s spent more time than he’d like to admit fantasising about this, so he has quite the variety of scenarios plotted out in his head – but broadly, he’d expected Geralt to be as taciturn in sex as he is in every other part of his life. He’d imagined coaxing soft gasps from Geralt’s mouth, little choked-off moans, perhaps, grunts of effort as they fucked.

He had never imagined Geralt tossing him onto the bed like he weighs nothing, pinning him down, and moving to whisper in his ear: “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, bard.” Geralt grinds against him, and he’s obviously both huge and hard, and Jaskier counts his blessings. “Do you know what is does to me, watching you perform those dirty songs? Listening to you sing about all those filthy things?” Geralt nips at his ear and Jaskier hisses. “I’ll give you something to sing about.”

Jaskier is going to come back with a witty response to that, he really is, but Geralt precedes to ripping both of their clothes off and Jaskier is thoroughly distracted by all that muscle and, looking down, all that cock. “Gods, Geralt,” is what he manages, his voice shaky.

Geralt chuckles, the smug bastard. “Silver tongue deserted you? No matter. I bet we can find another use for your mouth.”

They do. Jaskier nearly chokes a few times, but let it never be said he isn’t willing to fully commit to a challenge once dealt. As he licks and sucks, Geralt tells him how much he wants this, how good it feels, how he’s thought about this so many times as he’s brought himself off, and Jaskier is clearly no blushing virgin but the words coming out of Geralt’s mouth make even his cheeks heat.

“Such a talented mouth,” Geralt says, heaving Jaskier back up to face level and wiping a thumb along his bottom lip. “Now I’m going to open you up, wait until you’re good and wet and loose and begging for it, and then you’re going to ride my cock like the hungry slut we both know you are. Sound good?”

Jaskier’s throat is raw. He makes a noise like mgnnahhh which they both know means abso-fucking-lutely yes.

And while he sets about his task, Geralt keeps talking. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks as he teases at Jaskier’s rim. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” as he twists a finger inside, making him clench and moan. “Taking it so well, you’re going to feel amazing around my cock,” as he slides a third finger in, and all the breath leaves Jaskier’s lungs in one great huff.

By the time Geralt deems him ready and pulls him into his lap, sweat is pooling on Jaskier’s brow and fire is racing under his skin with the need for it. “Are we ever going to get to the action?” he pants, doing his best to wrestle back some control of this situation. “Or are you just gonna talk me off all night?”