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It was one of the most famous clubs in Novigrad, with outrageously high prices for bland but colourful cocktails that today's youth drank. The goal was to get drunk, to dance, and if possible, take someone home.

Techno music rumbled off the walls. People jumping in the centre of the dance floor were bathed in colourful lights: yellow, green, blue, purple.

Jaskier and Priscilla had only been here for an hour, but their senses were already altered, their hearts beating in sync with the music. Neither of them could afford more than one weekend every couple of months to escape to Novigrad and to enjoy the city's nightlife. They had to make the most of this night.

"Soon we’ll be famous and we’ll have our own fucking private room in every club!" Priscilla shouted into Jaskier's ear to make herself be heard.

Jaskier gave her the brightest of smiles as he shook his head.

"No, dear," the young man corrected. "Soon we’ll be famous and we’ll have our own club, here in Novigrad, and it will be others paying us to drink and dance!"

Laughing, the two friends continued dancing for another half an hour. Priscilla, with her long blonde hair that began to curl with sweat and in her tight dress, soon attracted the attention of a handsome young man with whom she began to dance, giving Jaskier a meaningful look.

He smiled and walked away, leaving the couple alone and to find himself someone to conquer too.

Jaskier wasn't sure who he wanted to share a bed with that night.

He could pick up half-drunk girls any Friday at the bars of Oxenfurt. With his GPA in Liberal Arts and recitations of cheap poetry, no one would say no to him.

Here, with all the boys that jumped around him, rubbing their bodies against his own, their pleading and glassy eyes showed they were more than willing to spend the night with him.

Jaskier allowed one of them to dance close to him. They danced together, the stranger's torso pressing against his back, sweaty hands with short fingers clutching at his waist. Jaskier was carried away by the music, sweating under his silk shirt that changed colour every time the lights illuminated him. Feeling how one of the stranger's hands found its way under said shirt, Jaskier felt a chill and grabbed the stranger by the wrist, parting from him in the process.

"I'll be right back!" he exclaimed. Turning around, curious to see who he had danced with, he saw a pair of dark, hungry eyes staring back at him from behind square-rimmed glasses. The guy must have been a couple of years older than him, with a ridiculous moustache above his thin lips. His hair was so slick it didn't even have one strand out of place. In the back of his mind, Jaskier had a thought that the young man's head was slightly too large in proportion to his body, and also too thin. Jaskier tried not to wince.

"I'll be waiting for you, cutie," smiled the other, letting Jaskier go.

Well, don’t hold your breath , Jaskier thought, turning his back to him and leaving the crowded dance floor.

Jaskier had always been picky about who he slept with, but tonight it seemed like there was no one good enough to catch his attention.

Until he saw him. Sitting alone at the table furthest from the dance floor, a beer in front of him and a frown on his brow. Oh Jaskier felt something tug at him. The man seemed to want to blend into the wall, his broad shoulders slumped and his head lowered, which hid his face under a curtain of white hair that reflected all the colours of the spotlights. Jaskier wanted to see him up close.

"I like the way you just sit away in the corner and brood" said Jaskier, at the same moment the song ended, everything going silent for a second before the next piece started playing, just as loud.

Two eyes of inescrutable colour looked at him suspiciously.

"Can I sit with you, handsome?" Jaskier yelled as he sat down in the chair next to the white-haired man, not waiting for an answer.

"Are you old enough to be here?" he asked with a growl that rumbled in Jaskier's chest more than the music itself.

"I'm old enough for this as well as for all the good fun things" Jaskier assured with a wink, opting to flirt openly.

At twenty, Jaskier didn't know how to slow down. He had become used to being wanted by his colleagues in Oxenfurt (except by Priscilla, the only one who he had failed to seduce and somehow they were best friends now). During the nights spent partying he had also discovered that moving his hips in a certain way helped to be wanted in Novigrad too.

His new goal, however, was to be the prize for this god of a man who kept frowning at the young people who danced a few metres from them.

“And just what exactly is all the good fun?” Up close, the man looked even more impressive. Straight jaw, full kissable lips, and elusive eyes that didn't fixate on him.

“Buy me a drink and I’ll show you?” Jaskier didn’t mean to phrase it like a question, but his voice wavered even if his resolution was firm. The man finally looked up at him and Jaskier batted his eyelashes flirtatiously. The older man snorted.

“You should be out there dancing with your friends” he growled again, oblivious to Jaskier's flirtation.

"Priscilla has already found someone to spend time with, " he sighed, getting closer to his target. "You could be my new friend, tho."

That irritatingly attractive man wasn't even paying attention to him, Jaskier didn't like this feeling, the rejection .

Was the man blind? Jaskier knew he was a real snack . Young, tall, caramel brown hair, blue eyes like the Skellige’s sky.

"I don't think so, kid," the man snapped, tucking loose strands of white hair behind his ear. "You better look for someone else to have fun with."

Kid? Jaskier wasn’t going to waste his night trying to attract a man whose stubbornness did not allow him to have fun, no matter how perfect he was.

"Oh, you're no fun!" Jaskier complained.

“Hm.” The man only grunted in response. Jaskier couldn’t believe this awful man.

“Ok, boomer, ” was Jaskier's snappy response, he felt his throat growing sore from yelling. “I’ll leave you to your… brooding”.

Jaskier stood up and left. Priscilla was having fun, and he was going to have fun too. Fuck that god of a man. And not in the good sense!

—-

Geralt saw the boy get up angrily and leave, having called him something that sounded derogatory enough to be an insult even though he had never heard that word before. Boomer?

It didn’t matter, anyway.

It didn’t matter that Geralt had felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the boy standing by his table, the two brightest eyes he’d ever seen on such a baby face. A bit of stubble and chest hair and Geralt felt his mouth was suddenly dry.

Well, what if Geralt appreciated beauty? He wasn’t blind , he could look .

What was this boy even doing? He could have anyone, he didn’t need the attention of someone like… well, like Geralt.

So Geralt watched the boy swaying on the dance floor, thinking about how his skin would feel on his broad palms. How his pouty lips would taste if Geralt were a little more selfish and had dared to kiss him.

“What the fuck happened here that I just came back and you’re more pissed off than before?"

Geralt blinked and saw Eskel sit down in the chair that had been occupied by the boy not a minute ago. Shit. He wondered if he should have asked for his name, but no, that seemed like a bad idea. No point dwelling on that now.

“A kid tried to flirt with me. It was…” funny, cute, he looked nervous but determined, I like that , Geralt thought to himself. “Annoying.”

Eskel laughed at his brother. 

“Who was the unlucky chap?” He asked, amused. Geralt pointed to the boy on the dancefloor, already dancing with another guy more appropriate for his age. His eyes were closed in rapture, his sweaty bang clinging to his shining skin, his body softly undulating with the music, and the other guy’s hands were on him , wandering over his frame.

That should be you. It could have been you. Idiot.

Geralt shaked his head. That boy was too young for him, he was off limits even if he seemed willing and into Geralt, and still he felt the pang of jealousy in his gut. 

“Seems like he’s having fun without you, little brother,” Eskel added, leaving his beer on the table. “But what about you, huh?”

“I’m fine ,” Geralt snapped. He was fine .

No doubt he was flattered to receive the attention of this cheerful young boy, but it meant nothing, that boy wasn’t his , and that was just fine. He was used to being alone and to swallow his loneliness. This whole night club affair was just not his scene.

Eskel didn’t seem convinced, though. 

“Those girls over there can’t stop looking at you, we could invite them to sit with us, if you want.”

“Hm,” Geralt grunted. He didn’t want to look at those girls, he wasn’t interested. Not when he could look at the lithe body of the boy that could have been his, jumping and waving on the dancefloor. It was so easy to get lost in the sight of  his movements, of his parted lips. Fuck .

“You should go and buy him a drink, Geralt,” Eskel said and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“There’s a lovely redhead at the bar that seemed  interested, so I’m going to give it a shot. You should do the same, you know."

“He is a kid, ” Geralt was exasperated.

“If he’s here he’s at least eighteen, and… “ Eskel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you don’t do something now, he’ll be going to bed with that fucker. I see you can't  stop looking at him. Don’t be an idiot.”

Geralt watched as his brother walked to the bar and started talking to a beautiful redhead. Eskel had always had a knack for talking to others and, of the three brothers, he was the one who left a trail of broken hearts behind him.

Geralt took a deep breath, deciding to listen to his older brother's advice, but when he opened his eyes, he felt his blood freeze in his veins.

The boy was nowhere to be seen.

Feeling the hair stand up on his neck, Geralt looked around himself frantically. Finding the boy now was an impossible task.

Geralt got up, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe he missed his chance once he finally decided to act.

Feeling the bitter defeat upon him, Geralt finished his beer and left. He was sick of the nightclub full of kids. Sick of himself. Sick of his lonely life. Another night to regret, he thought.

“Get your hands off me, you asshole!” 

“Oh, shut up, you love this, I know what you want. ”

Despite the ringing of his ears, Geralt was drawn to the voices coming from the very corner of the club. The street was deserted except for the couple of men who appeared to be struggling—one pinning the other to the wall.

“Fuck you!” the younger one yelled. “Let me go!”

Geralt had never run away from a fight. He had always hated bullies, so he made the decision to intervene in the blink of an eye.

As he approached and the streetlights shone more light on them, he noticed the same babyface who had looked at him with pleading eyes no more than fifteen minutes ago at the club. His pupils were contracted in fear, while the guy he had been dancing with after Geralt’s rejection held him against the wall by the wrists, his mouth too close to the handsome boy’s neck for Geralt's liking.

Geralt didn’t even stop to think. He grabbed the other guy by the collar of his shirt and hauled him away from the other.

“What the fu…!”

“Leave him alone,” Geralt ordered with a growl, putting himself between the two men.

“Back off, old man!” the guy tried to get away from Geralt, stumbling when he finally released him. “He’s coming with me tonight!”

“No, he’s not,” said Geralt calmly. “You’re going to leave him alone. Now .”

The guy looked at Geralt for a moment, but he finally decided that the boy wasn’t worth it, not if Geralt was there to protect him.

“Fuck you both,” he stammered before backing up.

Geralt hadn’t allowed himself to look at the boy again until now. When he turned to ask if he was okay, the boy was looking at him with those wide blueish eyes.

“You ok?” Geralt asked, swallowing hard.

“I… Yeah… Yeah, thanks to you,” the boy answered, his cheeks flushed and a shy smile on his lips.

“Hm.” Geralt couldn’t think of anything to say except I’ve been an idiot, let’s go somewhere else, let me buy you that drink.

“I’m Jaskier, by the way. I wanted to ask yours at the club but…”

“Geralt,” he said quickly. “I’m Geralt.”

“Nice to meet you, Geralt,” Jaskier said in a whisper, reaching to touch Geralt’s forearm. “Thank you… he didn’t take it well when I said I wouldn’t go with him.”

"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" Geralt asked, satisfied that his voice sounded much calmer than he felt.

“I know the perfect place. Let me check on Priscilla and we can go.” Jaskier squeezed his forearm one more time before heading towards the club again. This time, Geralt followed him.

—

When Jaskier imagined how the night would go, hours away from now on the train from Oxenfurt to Novigrad, he never thought he'd be eating a cheap, greasy burger at night with the most perfect man he had ever seen, sitting across from him in the booth and wolfing down the biggest burger on this dingy diner's menu. 

Geralt seemed content to eat in comfortable silence. Jaskier, on the other hand, kept flailing in his jeans, trying to relax a very specific part of his anatomy. He kept replaying in his mind the scariest and most erotic moment of his young life: Geralt saving him from the clutches of that moustached prick with his bigger-than-body head. Geralt’s fierce gaze was now etched into Jaskier’s mind, and he wondered if he would be able to survive tonight without coming in his pants just by having that magnificent man in front of him.

“Your ID isn’t fake, is it?” Geralt had asked just after offering to go somewhere quieter together.

“Sorry, what?” 

“Your ID… You’re not using a fake ID to enter clubs and drink, right?” Geralt asked again, flustered.

“It’s not a fake ID. I’ll be twenty one in three months!” Jaskier assured with a dazzling smile that widened when he heard Geralt mutter a termulous “fuck” through his clenched teeth. Jaskier shivered a bit. Maybe he could still save the night and end up in Geralt’s arms after all.

After checking that Priscilla was happy and safe with the tongue of a law student exploring her mouth decisively, Jaskier guided Geralt through the crowded streets of Novigrad and its nocturnal life to his favourite burger place, a shabby little 24-hour joint with the best burgers he had ever tasted.

The place was deserted, so the two ordered and ate quietly, listening to the rock station playing in the background.

Jaskier licked his fingers after finishing his chips, putting on a show of it and popping each finger off his mouth, feeling Geralt’s hungry gaze on him. He followed his movements with his golden brown eyes, absentmindedly wiping his hands on a paper napkin. Jaskier wondered if this was how a rabbit felt before a wolf attacked them.

“Did you enjoy your dinner, Geralt?” Jaskier asked sweetly, watching with pleasure how Geralt’s eyes went from his fingers to his lips to his eyes.

“Hm.” Was the answer he obtained. “Do you still want us to be friends?” Geralt asked finally, pushing away his empty dish.

“I… Ehm.. Sure?” Jaskier whispered his answer, unsure. He was always optimistic and hopeful, but this man, Geralt , was so difficult to read. He worried his lip between his teeth, feeling doubts growing inside of him. He was under the impression that this man was about to lecture him about the dangers of clubbing and the city's nightlife.

But Geralt just sighed.

“I should have danced with you tonight, at the club,” Geralt admitted. The defeat on his face made Jaskier’s jump off of his seat to sit beside Geralt. What was going on in this gorgeous man’s head?

“ Fuck , I wanted to go with you, Jaskier, I really did, but you… I…” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at Jaskier again intently. “Jaskier, I’m thirty-nine, and you’re only twenty, I can’t…”

Jaskier couldn’t help himself. He launched himself and kissed Geralt's cheek softly, feeling his stubble against his lips, inhaling his cologne.

“Is ok darling, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he promised solemnly.

This drew a laugh like a growl from the white-haired man. 

“Hm, why do I feel like it's me who should be reassuring you ?” Geralt smiled, barely a twitch of his lips, and Jaskier returned his sweetest grin.

“You seem far more scared than I am, honestly.”

Geralt snorted and Jaskier felt it in his heart.

“‘M not scared,” Geralt mumbled, leaning into Jaskier, letting his smile bloom a bit more.

“Of course you’re not scared of me, you’re a big man, with all those muscles here… and here…and…” Jaskier felt bolder than ever, caressing Geralt’s right arm through his black henley and reaching up to his nape, allowing himself to tangle his fingers in that beautiful white long hair.

Geralt’s cheeks were beautifully flushed when Jaskier started to lean in slowly, giving Geralt time to move away if that was what he wanted, though he prayed to Melitele, let me have this, let me have this sweet perfect man tonight .

Geralt didn’t move away. He went to meet Jaskier’s lips with his own, and his large hand found Jaskier’s thigh and squeezed gently. Jaskier’s breath hitched at the contact and finally , Geralt’s lips were on his, soft and plush, and everything he ever wanted.

He sighed into the kiss and chased Geralt’s lips when he parted, his thumb stroking his burning cheeks. Jaskier opened his eyes, meeting Geralt’s honey gaze, wide pupils looking at him in awe.

“Jaskier…”

“Yeah?”

“My house is nearby, if you still… if that’s what you want, of course… We don’t have to…” Geralt stuttered, cuping Jaskier’s face in one hand, while the other drew circles with his fingers in Jaskier’s thigh.

Jaskier pecked him on his lips one more time, grining.

“Let’s go, handsome.”

—

The first kiss at the diner was followed by another as they waited to cross the street. Jaskier parted his lips so sweetly for him, letting out a muffled groan as Geralt's tongue briefly explored his mouth. Jaskier's tongue darted out to meet his, he was impatient and inexperienced, not surprising considering his age, but that only awakened something hungry within Geralt. He wanted this to be good for Jaskier.

Jaskier chased his lips as Geralt parted, and oh , wasn't that a wonderful new sight? Geralt knew he could get addicted to that, and they were only kissing .

"So eager," Geralt tried to reprimand him, but the amused tone gave him away.

The boy, so daring and bold when it came to reassuring the older man in this decision, blushed with every word and caress from Geralt, who had kept one of his arms around Jaskier's waist since they had left the place.

Geralt felt overwhelmed and a bit guilty, it had been a long time since he brought another man home, and he had never been with someone so young since he was that age himself. 

After crossing the street, Jaskier stopped short and pushed Geralt against the nearest building, pinning him. Geralt, twice his width and taller than him, let Jaskier manhandle him. The boy was searching his gaze nervously, biting his lower lip again afraid of having overstepped. Geralt smiled while tangling his fingers in Jaskier's hair and pulled him close to kiss him again, deeper this time, letting Jaskier explore his mouth, tongues sliding together. Jaskier pressed his slim body against Geralt's, groaning as he felt Geralt's interest warm and hard in his own thigh.

Jaskier giggled, and Geralt loved that sound and chased Jaskier’s mouth once more time before whispering in his ear “come on, we’re almost there.”

They made it to Geralt’s building and stepped inside, Jaskier’s hands were wandering over Geralt’s body like he didn't know what to do with them. Geralt guided him through the hall towards the lift and pinned him gently while they ascended to the top floor, giving him open mouthed kisses along his jaw and neck and opening the boy’s button-up shirt with nimble fingers, feeling Jaskier squirming and gasping under his touch. When they parted, Jaskier looked dishevelled and, oh so pretty , Geralt had to suppress a growl.

With his keys in hand, ready to open his flat's door and with Jaskier’s arms around his waist, Geralt felt that pang of guilt again, maybe shame even. He really was about to fall into bed with a handsome twenty year old, the prettiest boy he had ever seen, and who obviously had planned not to spend this night alone. Geralt remembered that other guy’s hands roaming over Jaskier’s lithe body while dancing, so close to him that Geralt knew he was rubbing against Jaskier at the sticky dancefloor, and all his doubts left his mind.

His new resolution was to give Jaskier the best night ever here in his house, in his bed, in his arms. Jaskier wanted him, he was here standing beside him, humming happily while Geralt fumbled with the keys to open the door. Jaskier chose him in that fancy club, flirting boldly with him and willing to go with him later after his initial rejection. Fuck that other guy , Geralt thought while opening the door and gesturing to Jaskier to go inside, always gentle, always leaving room to Jaskier in case he wanted to stop this.

Geralt took Jaskier’s hand in his and turning on the lights, he showed Jaskier his house even if the boy was just looking at him hungrily and ignoring the cosy-minimalistic style of his house. 

“And this is my bedroom,” Geralt said almost in a whisper, turning to watch Jaskier. The boy was worrying his lower lip, already pink and swollen from the kissing, and looked at him with his stormy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You have a lovely place,” he said, whispering too. “Very homey, I like it.”

Geralt snorted.

“I know you haven’t been paying attention to the house, Jaskier.”

“Can you blame me when you’re here being this hot ?”

Geralt couldn’t hide his grin and leaned in to kiss Jaskier once more. He was about to ask Jaskier again if this was alright, if this is what he wanted, when he felt Jaskier’s shivering fingers under his henley. His hands were soft and warm, if slightly calloused in the fingertips, and Geralt groaned and melted into his touch, deepening the kiss.

“Is this okay?” the boy asked so softly, still nervous and looking again for Geralt’s reaction.

Geralt didn’t know what he had done well in his life to be rewarded like this, with Jaskier hands on his belly, tracing his abs, and looking at him expectantly. He didn’t care, though. He just wanted to savour this night, even if he doubted he deserved this, he wanted this, he wanted Jaskier.

“Is more than ok, Jaskier,” he whispered to Jaskier’s ear, pulling him into a reassuring embrace. “You know we can stop whenever you want, right?”

The vision of Jaskier being pinned against his will while the other man touched him even when Jaskier was shouting at him to let him go made Geralt blood boil in the most unpleasant way. 

Jaskier nodded against Geralt’s broad chest. “And if I don’t want to stop?”

Geralt groaned, tightening his embrace.

“Anything you want, Jaskier,” he promised.

—

Undressing Jaskier turned out to be a revelation. The boy was slim and lithe, defined but not swollen muscles yet behind his soft and pale skin, and Geralt couldn’t help but to kiss every inch that was being revealed to him after discarding his button-up. The trousers were next. Geralt guided Jaskier until he was laying over the bed and crawled over him to kiss Jaskier’s pink lips while caressing his body. Jaskier’s chest was already covered in soft light brown hair, and Geralt couldn’t help but to revel in it with blunt nails on his way to Jaskier’s nipples.

The boy’s moans and whimpers were driving Geralt crazy. His voice was soft and rich where Geralt’s was rough and deep, and he was so free, rambling praises to Geralt while his hands clinged to him, not knowing what to do with them, tangling his long fingers in Geralt’s white hair and tugging it free from the messy bun.

Jaskier was sensitive, Geralt soon discovered. He kissed and licked Jaskier’s chest on his way down, his hands now struggling to free Jaskier from his trousers. He dipped his tongue on Jaskier’s belly button and groaned when the boy shivered under his attention, pulling Jaskier’s tight trousers and boxers all the way down his long legs and discarding them on the floor. His cock sprang free, already hard and red. Geralt wanted to taste it so badly and to know what lovely sounds Jaskier would make for him.

Geralt leaned back just to watch him, his hands never leaving Jaskier's body, caressing him gently while Geralt admired him, not touching his dick even if Jaskier was getting nervous under his gaze and touch.

“Geralt…” The boy moaned, stretching in the bed and owning it. 

“Hm?” Geralt couldn’t stop the soft smile on his lips. Somewhere in his mind a thought bloomed, he belongs here with me . He shook his head.

“You’re still dressed, Geralt, ‘s not fair,” Jaskier complained, sitting up on the bed and launching himself into Geralt’s arms.

Jaskier’s warm body pressed against him while trying to get rid of Geralt’s clothes. Jaskier tugged at his henley shirt and Geralt raised his arms allowing Jaskier to strip him. The boy’s hands were again on his chest and Geralt dropped himself into his bed, pulling Jaskier with him. The boy giggled and let his forehead rest on his for a moment, his fingers had found Geralt’s medallion and he was toying with it.

“What’s this?” He asked, leaning back but still firmly pressed over Geralt, his naked body warm even through Geralt’s trousers.

“A family heirloom,” Geralt answered easily. “We all have one of these.”

“Why a wolf?” Jaskier’s blue eyes were inspecting the medallion with bright curiosity and reverence.

“Is a long story,” Geralt said, hands roaming over Jaskier’s arms and sides, intently. “I’d rather use my mouth to pleasure you, now.”

Geralt felt braver than ever. 

He loved sex, of course, he enjoyed it and it was always a nice way to spend time, but he was feeling bolder with Jaskier pliant body over him, and his cock was throbbing in his trousers nearly painfully now. It was never like this for him. Never with this desire to make it real good for the other. Geralt didn’t want to look too closely at this thought, so he rolled bringing Jaskier with him and pressing him back on the mattress.

Jaskier gasped at being manhandled and his already flushed cheeks turned bright red. He likes this , Geralt thought feeling smug, he could work with that.

Towering over Jaskier, Geralt unbuttoned his trousers and discarded them along his underwear, not caring that they were falling onto the floor, feeling Jaskier’s heated glances all over his body. Geralt smirked when Jaskier finally looked at him again, hooded blue eyes full of desire for him. It was addictive, and Geralt knew he was falling fast.

“Geralt…” Jaskier whimpered, “please.”

Geralt leaned in to pepper kisses all over Jaskier face and neck, brushing his hands again all around his body, feeling Jaskier melting under his touch and touching him back. Geralt’s right hand traced a path from Jaskier’s chest to his navel, and up again, and everytime he avoided touching Jaskier’s throbbing cock, making him whin and drinking his lovely sounds.

“Please, please, Geralt,” Jaskier begged between kisses arching his back. “Touch me already or let me touch you, please, whatever.” Geralt’s cock twitched in interest.

Youth, always so impatient. 

That made Geralt wonder: maybe this was Jaskier’s first time with someone experienced, someone older than him. Geralt could remember easily how sex was for him at Jaskier’s age: rough and rushed and, honestly, with no idea about what he was doing, just wanting to feel good and get off.

Also, he remembered melancholically that he was able to cum from three to four times in a single night, with an almost non-existent refractory period. Would Jaskier be like that? He was aching to know. 

And Jaskier was laying on his back, spread over Geralt’s charcoal sheets like the most delicious meal, asking to be devoured by Geralt. 

Geralt smirked.

“I’ve got you, Jaskier, let me take care of you.”

Geralt kissed Jaskier one more time, deep and thorough, caressing Jaskier’s lithe body, feeling Jaskier’s smaller hands roaming and pulling on his hair. Geralt’s dick was throbbing, hanging heavy over Jaskier’s thigh and he couldn’t resist to thrust a few times while with one of his hands he mapped Jaskier’s body until his fingers found Jaskier’s hard cock and wrapped around him, drinking the gasp that Jaskier exhaled.

His mouth followed his hand’s path. He kissed and licked Jaskier’s warm body inch by inch, licking and sucking his nipples that were fast hardening under his interest. He manoeuvred himself between Jaskier’s legs and he kept wandering, peppering kisses and soft bites down Jaskier’s trembling belly. The boy was not loud, but he was unable to be quiet, gasping and moaning and asking for more, unsure about where to put his hands, what to grab to ground himself, and fuck, every time Geralt sucked his skin and bit and then kissed the new mark, Jaskier breathed a sweet “ Geralt ” that made his blood boil. 

Jaskier was not small himself, Geralt admired when he parted to see Jaskier and to accommodate himself between the boy’s legs, folding them over his broad shoulders.

“Geralt, what are you… AH FUCK !”

Geralt’s tongue fluttered over Jaskier’s entrance once, Jaskier’s whole body jumping and closing his legs in shock.

“Jaskier? Are you ok?” Geralt asked, concerned.

“That... that’s… Geralt!” Jaskier was flushed from his chest to his cheeks, propped up on his arms to look at Geralt. 

“You don’t like it?” 

“I… I don’t know…” Jaskier’s cheeks reddened even more. “I've never… done this before?”

Geralt looked at him, torn between concerned and amused. “But you’re not a vir…”

“Oh Gods, Geralt, no, I’m not a virgin!” Jaskier covered his face with his hands. “But I… I never… not this …”

“It took you by surprise?”

“Yeah… ‘m sorry.”

Geralt caressed Jaskier’s legs and reassured the boy. “Let me try again, if you don’t like it I’ll stop.”

Jaskier nodded, worrying his lower lover lip between his teeth and let Geralt open his legs again, pulling his thighs against his chest. Geralt kept his hands there, on Jaskier’s firm thighs, and leaned in to lap at Jaskier’s puck again.

This time Jaskier was prepared for the sensation of Geralt’s warm and wet tongue over his hole, and the whine he let out drove Geralt crazy.

Geralt took his time lapping and dipping his tongue in Jaskier’s clenching hole, opening him slowly and thoroughly while Jaskier was singing “ Geralt, Geralt '' again and again. The blond was lost in the lovely sounds that Jaskier was making for him, Jaskier’s breath hitched every time Geralt fucked him with his tongue as deep as he could.

“Geralt… Geralt… I’m clo- AH !” Jaskier’s orgasm startled them both, the boy coming untouched all over his belly.

Jaskier’s body shivered under Geralt’s hands and he groaned, feeling pleased with himself, only stopping when Jaskier started trembling at his touch, trying to recover his breath.

He was a sight, spread on his back, flushed and sweating and with a blissed expression on his face, unfocused eyes looking at Geralt.

“So, how was that, hm?” Geralt asked, unable to hide his pride even if the annoying voice in his mind was yelling at him that it all happened just because Jaskier was young and horny, not because of him . 

Jaskier whined, his spent cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Geralt couldn’t stop looking at him, he was beautiful. The boy raised his hand and tangled his fingers in Geralt’s white locks, pulling so gently, and Geralt followed, crawling over him to kiss his jaw and neck.

“Geralt… holy fuck… that was… that was…” Jaskier swallowed, arching his body to meet Geralt’s, pressing his warm skin against him, asking for more with his body. “Fuck, I think it was the most intense orgasm of my life,” he said, chuckling and hiding his reddened face in Geralt’s neck.

A new wave of pride washed over Geralt, who was now rumbling so low it seemed he was puring, and kept ministrating kisses and gentle bites to Jaskier’s long neck. 

“I didn't know that... that I could cum without... you know,” Jaskier gestured vaguely to his own cock.

“Untouched?”

Jaskier made the cutest sound at the word, something like a whine and a squeak, squirming under Geralt, and the man couldn’t help but smirk. 

Geralt kissed him briefly before standing up and disappeared into the bathroom. He was still hard and aching while he picked a soft towel to wash Jaskier, and breathed deeply to keep his arousal under control.

The boy was still laying in his bed, breathing softly again, and opened his eyes when Geralt sat on the bed beside him. Geralt cleaned him gently, wiping the mess with the warm, wet towel and caressing Jaskier with his free hand. Jaskier was looking at him intently, even in the dim light of his dorm, Jaskier’s eyes were the bluest he had ever seen.

“You’re still hard,” Jaskier noted, melting again under Geralt’s hands.

“Hm, I can wait.”

“Wait for what?”

—

Jaskier was entranced. What Geralt just did to him was… was… Holy fuck . He never thought he could cum untouched but, well, he had never met someone like Geralt before. The man was a god among men, and that clever tongue in that intimate part of his body… Jaskier was getting hard again just thinking about it, while Geralt was cleaning him so sweetly, he wanted to hide and to kiss the man and he wanted… damn , everything Geralt would give him. Maybe another orgasm. And damn, he wanted to touch Geralt too and to feel him and…

“Jaskier?”

“What?”

“I asked you if you’re ok?” Geralt was looking at him with those sweet and concerned almost golden eyes, how can someone have such beautiful eyes? So unfair.

“More than ok, I feel amazing, thank you,” he answered, whispering in the intimacy of the man’s bedroom and feeling a dopey smile widening on his face.

This is how good sex feels, then , he thought. He was not a virgin, of course, but sex was… well, quick, messy, and not with hot tongues lapping at his hole. He wanted to try that again, but doubted he’d enjoy this much with someone else.

“I’ll bring you water, or do you prefer something else? Tea?” Gods, Geralt was standing beside the bed, completely naked, his perfect body just so close, and his cock, oh Melitele, his cock was right there, standing proud and hard and perfect. Jaskier felt his mouth watering at that sight and…

He propped himself and sat up on the bed, his hands hovering over Geralt’s thighs and he licked his lips before glancing at Geralt. He swallowed hard, following Jaskier’s movements. 

“I want this,” Jaskier whispered again, his breath caressing Geralt’s cock. “May I?”

Geralt’s eyes widened and he just nodded, unable to talk.

Oh, the man was huge , and his dick twitched with interest when Jaskier wrapped his fingers around it. He licked his lips again before lapping that glorious shaft with his tongue, from the base till the crown, and fuck , it was hot and heavy and Jaskier wanted to moan around it, fighting against the urge to close his eyes and just taste it , because he wanted to look at Geralt, to see his reactions.

Jaskier closed his lips around Geralt’s cock and the man growled over him, his hands finding home in Jaskier’s mussed hair. Not pulling, not tugging, just caressing, petting him, brushing the hair out of his forehead. All that gentleness was going to kill Jaskier, whose own erection was dripping precome already over Geralt’s sheets. 

“Fuck, Jaskier… your mouth…” 

Emboldened by Geralt’s moaning, Jaskier let him stretch his mouth with his dick, swallowing around it and jerking him with his hands too. He wondered if, with time, he’d be able to have all Geralt’s length in his mouth - wishful thinking, he already wanted to have another chance with the man and the night wasn’t over yet.

Jaskier bobbed his head up and down, feeling how Geralt was leaning into him slowly, towering over him, hips jerking ontheir own, but Geralt never pushed into his mouth, and fuck, that was another thought for later. Will Jaskier want to let him fuck his mouth? Was it something that Geralt would want? Jaskier’s free hand fled between his thighs, gripping his own dick’s base to feel some relief. He was aching again and…

“Jaskier…”

Geralt’s hands left his hair and caressed his cheeks carefully, making him stop still with Geralt’s cock in his mouth. Jaskier glanced at him and, fuck , Geralt was flushed, his chest heaving with his uneven breath, Jaskier worried about being able to come again just from that sight over him.

“Jaskier, do you want to…” Geralt’s knees trembled when Jaskier moaned affirmatively around him, not letting him even finish the question. He wanted everything . Geralt groaned again and slipped out of Jaskier’s mouth. The boy whined at the loss.

Geralt was over him again in an instant, kissing him fiercely while pushing him into the mattress, pinning him with his muscled body, and yet, Jaskier felt safe and content to be there, strong forearms bracketing his head while Geralt rocked their bodies together.

One of Geralt’s broad hands travelled down, blunt fingernails making Jaskier shiver on their way, stroking feather light Jaskier’s length before continuing down and down, between Jaskier’s thighs, a dry pad over his already slicked and open entrance.

“Is this ok?” Geralt asked between kisses, and Jaskier only whined and nodded, not wanting to stop kissing him.

Geralt’s finger left him and it was slicked with lube when it returned, stroking his cleft and pressing into him slowly. Jaskier gasped and clinged onto Geralt, his nails leaving red marks all over the man’s shoulders.

“Breathe for me, Jaskier,” he ordered with his deep, low voice, and Jaskier obliged. “That’s it, you’re doing so well, you feel incredible, Jaskier…”

Jaskier was overwhelmed. The praise was washing over him like a hot balm while Geralt’s finger pushed deeper and deeper into him.

He did prep before every encounter, of course, and yet this felt so different. He thought he might pass out, but Geralt’s warm body over him grounded him, so he just let the man praise him and tell him how beautiful he was, how good he was being for him. Jaskier wanted to believe it. He wanted to make that god of a man feel good, even if only with his body.

One finger led to two, and then, three. Geralt brushed that sweet spot inside him every often and Jaskier was floating in sensations, drunk on them. 

“Geralt… please…” He managed to plead, opening his eyes to find the ambarine gaze focused on him. He arched his back and spread his legs wider, silently asking for more . Geralt nipped his lower lip while he slipped his fingers out of Jaskier’s body, who whined at the feeling, and the next moment Geralt was towering over him again, rolling a condom and slicking his cock with lube. When did he grab the condom and the lube? Jaskier didn’t know, couldn't care less, he just wanted to feel him inside.

Geralt pushed Jaskier’s legs and rested them over his broad and muscled shoulders and that manhandling alone, plus the previous activities, almost made Jaskier come again. He gasped and grabbed the pillow under his head, knuckles going white. Geralt’s hands were always on him, caressing him, reassuring him.

“Breathe for me, Jaskier,” he asked, and Jaskier let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was trembling, anticipation making everything more intense.

And finally, finally , Geralt was pushing inside him in a slow, fluid thrust of his hips. Jaskier moaned loudly, the stretch not burning him after all the previous prep, but soon enough he was feeling so full and Geralt hadn’t bottomed yet. 

“Fuck, Geralt… You’re huge… Fuck!”

“I can… stop… if you need?” Geralt’s control was fading, and yet he was offering him an out, worried about him, and that made Jaskier’s heart clench.

“Don’t you dare!” He reassured, and Geralt let out a relieved sigh. The man was flushed, with his brows pinched in concentration.

Geralt bottomed then, his cock throbbing inside Jaskier, and they both moaned at the feeling. Jaskier was already on edge, how could he not be? 

He raised a hand to touch Geralt’s chest, his abdomen, amazed when he felt those muscles twitching under his fingers, both breathing hard, Geralt giving him time to adjust, his hands on every side of Jaskier’s head.

Jaskier’s hand found his way to Geralt’s hair again, and pushed gently, wanting to feel those lips on his again. Geralt obliged, draping himself over Jaskier and kissing him intently, his cock going deeper inside Jaskier with the motion. The boy gasped in the kiss when Geralt started moving, and Jaskier couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Geralt’s neck and let himself being fucked thoroughly.

Geralt’s thrusts were deep and confident, somehow the man found again his sweet spot and he aimed for it unrelentlessly. At some point, Jaskier started babbling between moans and whines, chanting Geralt’s name again and again, it was the only thing he could think about, and if he shut his mouth and listened to Geralt’s growls and snarls, he would orgasm untouched again, so he kept babbling and moaning loud enough.

That was until Geralt propped up on his arms again, pushing deeper inside him, and started jerking Jaskier with one hand with every thrust.

“Come for me again, Jaskier,” he growled, his voice lower than ever, and that was it.

Jaskier came again, his body tensed and clenched around Geralt and distantly he heard the man swearing, driving into him with his final thrusts, coming inside him. 

They stayed like that, trying to recover their breaths and riding the aftershocks still joined, and Jaskier wanted to stay like that if it weren’t for the cramps in his legs.

When he opened his eyes, Geralt was again looking at him, parted lips and fucked out expression in his eyes, and the only thing that Jaskier could do was to reach out and to caress his cheek. That felt oddly intimate, with Geralt’s softening cock still inside him, and he regretted it. He was about to let his hand drop again when Geralt’s lips were kissing his palm, leaning into the touch.

Oh, well, fuck.

-

Jaskier woke up a few hours later, it was still dark outside and Geralt was sleeping behind him, one strong arm around his waist. He was warm and sated and feeling so grateful about that night. He wiggled against Geralt’s chest and a silly smile bloomed on his face, even if he was still sore between his legs. 

“Go back to sleep,” Geralt’s rumbling voice in his nape gave him tickles, and a different kind of tickles in his gut.

“Don’t want to,” he whispered, turning to the other side to face Geralt to snuggle with him.

The man growled but his arms tightened around him. Emboldened, Jaskier kissed the man’s neck and collarbones, his hands started wandering over his muscled torso. Damn, this man was more than perfect.

“Jaskier…”

“I only have tonight, Geralt, please let me just enjoy it, would you?” He asked, his voice more eager than he wanted to show, but Geralt didn’t mind. He just turned on his back, arms over his head in the pillows, and opened an eye to look at Jaskier, half sleepy.

“Come on, then, have your fill.”

Jaskier grinned.

-

Jaskier’s third orgasm hit him while he was straddling Geralt. The man’s larger hand was around his own and both their cocks were rubbing together. Geralt let him move above him, setting the rhythm of their hands, letting him touch and kiss and do everything Jaskier wanted. And then his hand started faltering, so close to the edge, Geralt helped him and started jerking them both until Jaskier came over Geralt. And the man followed him with a broken moan.

His spend mixed with Geralt’s in his hard plain stomach, and Jaskier was tempted to touch it. Just thinking about it made him blush fiercely, so he kept his hands to himself.

“Let me go for something to clean us up,” Geralt said, not moving, his breath still uneven.

“Is it ok if I… clean us up? This time?” Jaskier asked, fearing that that would be too much.

Gearlt looked at him and smiled. Damn, Jaskier was thankful that Geralt couldn't see him in the darkness of the room.

“Towels are in the second drawer under the sink.”

Jaskier tried to be efficient and not linger in the bathroom too much, he was at Geralt’s house for the first time after all and… Fuck , first time? Gods, he wanted so badly for it to be just the first time and not the last one too. He found a towel and soaked it with warm water.

Gently as Geralt did it to himself earlier, Jaskier cleaned the mess they both had made on Geralt’s torso, the man chuckling softly at his touch.

“That tickles,” he said simply when Jaskier looked at him.

The room was now filled with the grey light of dawn when Geralt reached to grab his arms and pulled him over his own body to rest. Jaskier was lost in thoughts, caressing Geralt’s chest hair, not wanting to sleep yet, he didn’t want to miss a thing.

Geralt noticed that, of course he noticed, and stroked Jaskier’s back, drawing forms with his fingers on the skin.

“What do you mean?” Geralt asked suddenly.

“What?”

“What do you mean, that you only have tonight?” Geralt asked without stopping the soothing caresses on Jaskier’s shoulders and back. “I… well, I wanted to ask you if you want to… you know…” He made a vague gesture with his free hand signalling Jaskier and himself. “Fuck. If you wanted to do this again? With me?”

Jaskier looked at him, unable to hide his smile.

“You want that?” He asked in return, blushing and smiling and looking at that perfect man so flustered under his gaze.

“Yeah, of course I want to, that’s why I asked,” he mumbled. “Why do you only have tonight, Jaskier?”

Jaskier sighed. Well, fuck, real life and all that shit, right? 

“I study at Oxenfurt University,” time to explain his shitty life. “I have two jobs to be able to pay for my studies, the shifts are, well, they are shit, Pris and me… we only have a night every two months to go out and enjoy our youth,” he said and laughed. Geralt hummed, but Jaskier felt his hand tightening on his shoulder, his way to show support, even if he was scowling now.

“I’d love to meet you again in two months, tho,” he added, thinking about how poorly this should sound to Geralt, who just gave him the most perfect night ever. And he was… not rejecting him, but he was sure that Geralt would take it like that.

The man sighed. Fuck . 

“Two jobs and studying a career,” he mused. “Your parents don’t help you with money?”

Well, that was a question for another day.

“I’m on my own, now,” Jaskier answered, hiding his face on Geralt’s pecs, his chest hair tickling his nose.

“Hm.”

The silence of the dawn fell over them once more, and a silly thought crossed Jaskier’s mind.

“Unless you want to be my Sugar Daddy , fuck, that would make my life so much easier and I could see you everytime,” he laughed at himself, ready to say that it was a joke, when—

“Fine.”

“Fine? What is fine?”

“I’ll be you Sugar Daddy.”

Jaskier gaped at him.

“You don’t… Geralt, a Sugar Daddy is…”

“ I know what it is , Jaskier,” the man laughed between his teeth. “And if you really want that, that's fine, I want that too.”

Jaskier was about to protest, but Geralt turned them over and he was again above Jaskier, smiling to him, pinning him, and fuck, his hand was in his hair, toying with it.

“But only if you really want that, Jaskier.”

Jaskier grabbed him by his nape and kissed him silly.