The first time Jaskier has Geralt on his knees in front of him, gripping his hair tight like a leash, pulling Geralt’s head back so he can look him in the eye.
“You’re such a /good boy/ for me, my wolf. You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”

Geralt growls, deep in his throat, but both he and Jaskier know what it means. “Yes. Anything for you.”
Geralt always thought he’d hate this, being treated like someone’s property, like their pet, even with his wholehearted consent, but with Jaskier...

For Geralt, right now, he knew there was no better feeling in the world. He would please Jaskier, his favourite thing in the world, and get all the pleasure he could take in return.
“Good boy,” Jaskier whispered in his ear, and Geralt couldn’t help buck back into the bard.

Jaskier laughed and moaned all at once, Geralt’s favourite sound in the world. “You like this, don’t you?”
Geralt growled in response, but they both knew what it meant.
/Yes/.
“I think I’m going to buy you a collar and leash for next time, Wolf. Would you like that?”

Geralt’s guttural moan/growl, emanating from deep within, and the way his c*ck twitched as he sought more contact with Jaskier, was all the answer either of them needed.
“Good. Because I’d like that too.”
Jaskier pressed a kiss to Geralt’s neck.
“/Good boy/.”

//end thread.

@beethkay I blame you for this, I saw your tweet and it gave me IDEAS.