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January 2022 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2022-01-04 13:08:27 +0000 UTCJaskier/Geralt – one hole virgin – Jaskier done did it again and got himself into a piss poor situation... Good thing Geralt is there to help him out like a friendly neighbourhood nurse.
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Geralt slams the door open without knocking. He’s been barking for Jaskier to get down through the window of the tavern, and honestly, Jaskier has been expecting him to just ditch him – again – and get on with his broody-moody-sad boy adventure.
In a way it is almost romantic that he took the time to stomp back into the establishment and all the way up the stairs. Only that Jaskier is in no real state to appreciate the gesture.
“We have to go,” Geralt growls, which are four words more than he would usually say.
“Oh! Ah! What happened to knocking?! Can’t a man have just a little privacy?!”
Jaskier rolls away hectically, trying to grab a blanket to hide his current state.
The Witcher, ever the brute, is neither deterred by Jaskier’s attempt at distraction, nor does he play any games.
“Why are you erect.”
“Ahaha. As direct as ever. I am just… I was just…”
His brain, usually so ready and eager to come up with excuses, fails him as he stares down at his angry red cock and another wave of pleasure surges through his body and has him gnash his teeth.
He can hear Geralt grunting softly, then closing the door to give them at least a bit of privacy.
“The girl has left with the first rays of the sun. I have seen her myself. Why are you still ready to attend to her?”
His heavy steps slowly come closer. Jaskier knows from experience that he must be putting effort into it – Geralt of Rivia is usually as silent as a cat, after all, damn this big ogre of a man and his perfectly balanced body…
“You know me, Witcher. Jaskier, your friendly neighborhood bard – always ready to give a helping… helping h-hand-”
He struggles into a sitting position on the edge of the bed when he sees Geralt appearing in the corner of his eyes and tries to hide his erection with his hands. His pulse spikes as Geralt goes to one knee before him and unceremoniously slaps his hands away.
The Witcher bows his head, hair falling over his shoulders close enough to nearly brush Jaskier’s shaft and the bulging veins decorating it. He can feel the brush of Geralt’s breath as he grunts again after a couple of seconds filled with Jaskier’s stunned silence.
He is too worked up to even protest Geralt’s intimate inspection of his goods. All he can see is Geralt’s painfully handsome face close to his aching, throbbing cock.
“The girl that was with you. How many pupils did she have?”
“I… w-what? I mean… the… normal amount? The normal boy-meets-girl-in-a-tavern amount, Geralt,” he croaks, eyes fixed on the regal bridge of the Witcher’s nose that has undoubtedly been broken countless times over all his lifetimes and still seems perfectly straight.
Geralt sighs so deeply it seems to never stop.
“Jaskier…”
“F-Four, okay?” it breaks out of him. “Four. Four goddamn pupils and I don’t regret it a single second because her mouth was like-oh God!” He jumps, voice climbing high when Geralt’s gloved hand grabs his sac in a surprisingly gentle grip. A second later, his cock is grabbed just as carefully, manipulated around so Geralt can see it from all sides, his breath puffing against Jaskier’s purple tip.
Tears of overstimulation start to fill his eyes.
“She injected you with her poison. Haven’t you noticed?”
“W-What? No… Whe… no never m-mind. What… what now?”
“It needs to be sucked out before you have a heart attack.”
“Sucked… sucked… wh…”
He looks down. Geralt is still resolutely staring at his junk; at the wet crown where a drop of his salty pre is gathering in the little groove that looks not unlike that delightful little groove in Geralt’s stupidly handsome chin…
“Get me a girl, then,” Jaskier breathes weakly, no time for resistance and quips.
“There is no time,” Geralt growls. Jaskier is only catching it because he can’t stop staring at Geralt’s face but… he is licking his lips. And he is blushing. The Witcher is…
“I will do it.”
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