#wolf lambert

Lambert even tilts his head to give Aiden better access to his hairline, because it tingles when he licks there. And he doesn’t stick to skin either; he does the beard, the eyebrows, and then begins to nose down Lambert’s chest because he’s a filthy kitten and needs a good bath.

Eskel and Geralt don’t know where to look. Although, when Aiden tries to lift his arm up to clean under there - it’s a warm day, they’re shirtless - Lambert just stands, throws him over his shoulder and heads inside to continue this bath in private; he has some areas that he’d really like Aiden to spend some time on. 

Aiden’s tongue’s a little rough too (mutations, yo’). And sometimes he gets hairballs, because Lambert’s a feckin’ otter; not quite Jaskier level, but he’s not far off. Geralt walks into the kitchen one day to see Aiden hunched over hawking and gagging in the corner... and until that point in his life, he believed he had a strong stomach, but watching a grown-ass man hawk up a furball is clearly one step too far.