"Geralt dear you look a bit red, well as red as you can get my Snow White dove, are you feeling well?"

They were settling into camp after a long day of traveling. Geralt did look a bit off. He hadn't felt very well after his kikimora hunt a few days ago but he had taken something that Jaskier couldn't even pronounce but it made him feel better.

"Are you sick still from your potions from earlier this week?" Jaskier said and placed his hand on the Witcher's shoulder. Geralt grumbled.

"Chest hurts." Geralt didn't care to talk at the moment. His skin felt far too tight and he could feel his chest being so... full.

It always happened when he took a certain decoction. Lactation was rare in men but more common in Witchers.

"Do you have a wound or muscle aches... Geralt, do you have an infection? You look swelled?" Jaskier looked at his Witcher's chest as it was pushed out.

"Decoction makes me lactate. Hurts until it goes away or um gets out. It takes three days for it to go down. My chest will just be tender and sore. Don't worry it always happens." Geralt said but didn't pull away. No he didn't expect Jaskier to wanna... get the milk out. But he definitely didn't wanna have to wait three days. He always tried to milk himself but it never did anything.

"Oh poor thing! Let me help! I'd love to help you but only if you'd like me too. Do you want me to help you?" Jaskier said and placed one hand of Geralt's jaw and the other in the center of the older man's chest, away from his nipples.

"Yes please, thank you." Geralt said with a sigh of relief.

Jaskier led them to his bedroll because it was much softer.

"How about we scoot this and stack up my pillows so you can just. Recline yes. And I can just be beside you. How's that sound?" Jaskier had talked his way through him pulling his bedroll in front of a tree. Geralt soon laid with his back against the tree and Jaskier sat on his left.

"Can I feel for a moment? I'll be gentle, I'm sure you're sensitive my dear." Jaskier placed his hands on Geralt's scarred forearms and waited for the Witcher to answer.
"That's, that's fine. Just be careful they really hurt..." Geralt looked almost nervous.

Jaskier slowly and lightly placed his right hand on the very top of the other man's pec. He gently brought his hand down and around the bottom and up to almost his nipple.

Geralt let out a shaky breath.

"Okay? Tell me if you need anything at all. Understand? I'll be down right angry with you if you don't!" Jaskier said firmly.

"Oh-okay." Geralt said and Jaskier nodded.

The bard circled his finger around the swollen and puffy nipple in front of him. He instantly felt the tension under his hand. It probably hurt so bad...

"Poor baby, don't worry I'll get all the annoying milk right out." Before Geralt could answer or say anything at all he was letting out an absolute whimper. Jaskier had gently brought his lips around Geralt's nipple and gave a soft suck. The bard's mouth filled with warm milk, it was almost sweet. The taste wasn't great but it wasn't off putting.

As Jaskier lost himself in sucking the milk out of his- oh gods he was sucking The White Wolf, Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher's tits. And he was loving it. He calmed and it was almost therapeutic or like meditation.

Geralt was relaxing and letting out low moans.

"Do the other one. Please Jaskier please suck the other one. Gods it feels good. Thank you." Geralt sounded wrecked. Jaskier always being one to please switched sides.

But he had to reach over Geralt's chest with his entire body so he swung his leg over to straddle the Witcher.

Geralt placed his hand on Jaskier's head. Not pushing or anything just holding.

Soon enough Geralt was nodding off. Jaskier continued his work until there was no more milk in either of Geralt's breasts.

Jaskier pulled Geralt until he was laying flat on the bedroll and cuddled up behind him. Stomach full of warm milk Jaskier almost automatically fell asleep.

"Thank you Jask."