Geralt and Jaskier have some morning fun and Geralt ponders on what the future will hold.
Geralt's POV:
The sunlight filtering in through the tattered curtains spear my eyelids and I wince. I try to turn over but a small, warm body is nestled tightly to my side. I peek through heavy lids to see Jaskier clinging to me, his dark hair mussed. I brush a stray lock from his eyes and he stirs, shifting closer to me. I finally notice we're both naked when his cock presses into my thigh, the silken tip hard. My own cock takes notice, standing tall and pointing towards the ceiling as if searching for Jaskier's warmth. I wrap my arm around Jaskier, tugging him closer, our skin sticking together in the most delicious way. I lean down and wince, the skin at my throat aching. My fingers scrape against a soft bandage and last night comes rushing back. The grave hag, Yennefer in danger and stepping in the path of the monsters dangerous tongue. I sag against the bedding, my strength not fully recovered. Jaskier shifts and blinks sleepily. He yawns and burrows deeper into my chest. He presses against my bruises and cuts but I don't mind, just having him in my arms is the best of medicines. I run my fingers through his tangled hair and he sits up with a slight gasp.
"Geralt! Your awake." His grey eyes are misty and he sniffles quietly. I cup his face and he leans into my touch, his lips brushing my calloused palm.
"Of course. Someone has to keep an eye on you." Jaskier snorts and pinches my nipple. I yelp and he snickers. I've never had my nipple pinched before but my cock certainly seems to enjoy it. Jaskier notices the eager fucker and he licks his lips.
"Someone is feeling better." His voice is a breathy whisper and I grin. My body still aches from last night but I won't let that stop me from showing my little lover just how much I want him. I trail my hand over my abs, tracing the line of hair down to my cock. Jaskier watches with bated breath and groans when I grip the base of my cock. I rub it leisurely and his eyes follow every stroke.
"I wouldn't say I'm all better." Jaskier nods and his tongue pokes out between his plush lips. My cock aches like a bitch and I want nothing more than to bend him over and love him so deep and hard he won't be able to sit right for a week. I want him to feel me every time he wiggles that cute ass. Alas my body is battered and I won't be able to love him the way we both so desire, at least not yet. I tighten my grip and tug hard on my tip. Come glistens at my slit and he leans down to lick it up with his tongue. I groan and lean back against the pillows. I scoot further back in the bedding and pat his thigh.
"Climb on. I can't give you what we both so desperately want right now, but I can get us both off." Jaskier's lusty eyes disappear and he looks at me with a somber expression.
"I don't want to push you if your still hurting Geralt. I'm content to snuggle." I snort with amusement and Jaskier scowls at me.
"If you don't climb your sweet little ass on my lap right this moment, I'll fling you to this bed and get myself off, injuries be damned." Jaskier's eyes grow heated and he smirks at me, swinging his leg over and settling on my lap. His cock stands plump, jutting against mine as he settles. I don't waste any time, grabbing both of our cocks in my hand and stroking fast. Our cocks slide together, the precome acting as lubricant for our sensitive flesh. I flick my wrist and tighten my grip when I get closer to our tips. Jaskier leans back, his head thrown back in pleasure, the curve of his neck a tantalizing sight. I reach up with my other hand and grip his throat, my fingers tightening when he takes a stuttered breath.
"Feels so good Geralt." My spine tingles and my balls are tight. I flick his slit with my nail and Jaskier shudders above me, his skin slick with sweat. I tug him down and he eagerly kisses me, his tongue filling my mouth. I kiss him deep, my tongue flicking and tasting every crevice of his mouth. I release his throat and caress his chest, stopping to pinch his nipple. He grunts and I feel the warm splatter of his release on my hand. Jaskier moans in my mouth and I swallow the sounds.
"You feel so good against my cock Jaskier. I can't wait to finally be inside you." Jaskier pants against my lips. I tighten my grip almost to the point of pain and Jaskier yelps, his cock sensitive. I give one last jerk and spurt on our cocks. I continue to leisurely stroke until Jaskier whines and pulls away. He collapses on my chest and I stroke his back with my clean hand.
"Hmm thank you Geralt." Jaskier purrs like a newborn kitten, his eyes hazy with arousal.
"No thanks necessary love. I do need to clean my hand though." Jaskier sits up and grabs my hand. He flicks his tongue over my fingers, licking up the remnants of our joint release. The sight is more arousing than anything I've ever seen. My cock tries to plump, the poor thing always willing, even if the rest of my body isn't. He cleans my fingers and grins at me, his eyes shinning with mischief. I cup his face and trace the outline of his lips.
"So perfect. You continue to delight me." Jaskier preens at my compliments and smiles. He snuggles against my chest and I trace the bumps of his spine.
"I love you Geralt. I was so scared last night." His voice cracks and I hold him tighter.
"I know love. I'm sorry I frightened you." Jaskier looks at me, his eyes wet with tears. He leans down and kisses me softly, as if afraid to break this moment.
"I know you're a Witcher and its literally in your DNA to fight monsters, but please do try to show more concern for your own wellbeing." Jaskier strokes my hair and gazes at me with such love and devotion that my chest grows tight. My words get stuck in my throat and all I can do is nod. Jaskier smiles sadly and kisses the tip of my nose.
"I'll just have to make sure that you take care of yourself." He nods, resolute. I laugh and wrap my arms around him, crushing him to my chest.
"Yes love, keep a very close eye on me." Jaskier giggles softly and I brush a kiss to his hair.
"I love you Jaskier." He sighs happily and presses feather light kisses to my chest.
"M'tired Geralt." He mumbles sleepily and I shush him.
"Go back to sleep love, we have some time yet before we have to leave." Jaskier nods and falls asleep in my arms. I stare at the ceiling, unable to silence my thoughts and stroke the soft skin at the small of his back. Jaskier brings such light to my dark existence and never did I think I would have that. I always thought I would die like any other Witcher, getting slow with age and failing to kill a monster, but now I see myself growing old with Jaskier by my side. Fierce longing steals my breath and I hold him tighter. He snorts in his sleep and mumbles my name. I smile and press a kiss to his hand.
"No matter what Jaskier, I will make sure we get our happily ever after." I hold my love tight, and dream about our future.
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POV:
The grave hag lays dead, its body hacked apart by that damned Witcher's blade. I kick its severed head and spit in disgust. It couldn't even kill that bitch Yennefer. I close my eyes and search for Geralt. I'll just have to keep watching and waiting. After all I've waited all these years for my revenge and I will have it.