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Don’t mind me I just really like the idea of Jaskier tying Geralt to the bed, blindfolding him, Geralt being at Jaskier’s complete mercy, experiencing nothing but the sound of Jaskier’s voice and movement, and Jaskier’s touch, his hands and lips all over his skin.
Geralt has zero control. Jaskier can do whatever he wants to Geralt when he has him like this.
And Geralt /loves/ it. He’s never trusted anyone like this, enough to give them complete control over his body. Being defenseless under Jaskier is Geralt’s favourite place to be.
And Geralt /loves/ it. He’s never trusted anyone like this, enough to give them complete control over his body. Being defenseless under Jaskier is Geralt’s favourite place to be.
And Jaskier... he’d always wanted to do this, and it makes him so happy, so filled with pride and something else, clawing at his gut and demanding to be let out. He’s /delighted/ that it’s him Geralt trusts like this.
“Sing for me, Geralt,” Jaskier commanded.
“Sing for me, Geralt,” Jaskier commanded.
Right as he touched that one place that he knew would always make Geralt /squirm/. And squirm he did, fighting against restraints he couldn’t break, seeking /more/, moaning and groaning and crying out like Jaskier wanted him to.
The White Wolf was willingly at his bard’s mercy, Jaskier able to do whatever he wanted, get Geralt to do whatever he wanted him to do.
And Geralt and Jaskier both enjoyed it more than anything.
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And Geralt and Jaskier both enjoyed it more than anything.
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So apparently 6am is horny hours 
