[ the gesture is sweet, and unbidden, it makes his heart ache. he misses so many things from home, and though it really has nothing to do with jaskier, larus can see enough similarities to make him crave the warmth of his skin and the taste of it along his tongue. and that thought alone would usually be enough to force him away, cause him to take a step back and ask what jaskier really wanted from him.
all of this is obvious enough on its own. he just needs to be the one to see it through. ]
Or you could ask me to stay.
[ he prefers honesty to the fluff of what-ifs, and to make that clear, larus leans into him, his fingertips stroking lightly along the curve of his jaw. ]
[ humming lowly, jaskier flutters his lashes again, a scant breath escaping him. maybe, he realizes, this is what larus needs. a confirmation. jaskier knows he can't promise forever. this city prevents that, and jaskier is the type to fall fast and to run away just as fast. he's been called a cad many times before, by many lovers or partners of lovers.
with larus, somehow, it feels different. he doesn't want to say it, not yet ready to put anything to words like he normally would. defining this is by no means easy.
that said, jaskier has always been a man who knows what he wants. so he tugs on larus' shirt again. ]
[ he'd rather not hold onto any sort of promises that neither of them can keep. the laws of this city dictate certain things, and not only that, they really don't know each other all that well in terms of histories or experiences. larus doesn't know how much more he's willing to open up to others either, to allow them in and risk the pain that comes with loving or caring about someone. but jaskier's confirmation is tender and something he wants. it's something he'd like to pursue. ]
Not all night, [ he says, because the dawn is always a reminder. not that it penetrates the down, but he needs to return to the up and check on daphne at some point. ] But for a while, I'll stay with you.
[ it's all he can offer right now, and to prove it, he pushes into that slight space between them to kiss him, the fingers at his jaw sliding around to cup the back of his head. ]
[ leaning further into larus, he hums low and quiet. his lips part for the vampire, willing him to take this just a little bit further. again, he tugs on larus, and again, trails his fingers through his hair. jaskier has always been a very tactile kind of person, and even though larus is cold under his hands, he wants desperately to warm him up.
and though larus says only for a little while, that this won't be for all night, jaskier believes that it'll be enough for now. at least for a little while, until the craving for the feel of larus' cold fingers against his skin returns. ]
[ he doesn't mind being touched. in truth, he prefers it because it does help to warm him, and the longer he's pressed against someone, the easier it is to feel some semblance of human for a while. so, larus takes advantage of it, purposely ignoring jaskier's hands while he shrugs the jacket he's wearing off his shoulders. it's easier to move then, following the insistence of those pulls to step forward and slide an arm around his waist so that all larus has to do is navigate them elsewhere.
and he could, purposely moving them back a few steps to demonstrate the strength he rarely ever uses. especially in moments like these. ]
Is this really why you asked me here?
[ whispered against jaskier's mouth, he can't help wondering. he won't even be upset with the answer. ]
[ as the jacket is discarded, jaskier moves to remove his shirt. it's a flimsy thing anyway, and doesn't take much to toss aside. once gone, his hands are back on larus, and he makes no effort to resist as he's guided back. the strength larus usually hides sends a spike of heat down his spine. ]
Not the only reason.
[ and it's true. there's no lie in his words because once jaskier had resettled, one of the first people he wanted to see again was larus. their brief reunion on the train had not been enough for him to be satisfied. and he wants to make sure that larus is doing well, might even be happy to see him. ]
[ there's more he could ask, but for a moment, he finds himself distracted just looking at him. larus knows he could spend what little time he plans to give to jaskier this night simply exploring him, tracing the curves and angles of his body to put them to memory—one he hopes to keep in case he really doesn't see him again. it would be an easy thing, unable to stop himself from wondering if jaskier would be too impatient to stand it.
he considers it and then decides against it for now, sliding a hand up the other's back and gently pressing his fingers into him. strange, he thinks, how easily he could tear him apart. break him, ruin him. there are parts of larus that he hides deep, and they surface at the most inappropriate times, this being one of them. still, he kisses him until jaskier needs to breathe.]
Tell me. [ as he draws back, he sinks the flat edge of his teeth into his lower lip to bite him softly. ]
[ jaskier's sharp intake of breath betrays just how good it feels to have those steadily warming fingers press inside. the contrast of the chill of larus' fingers and the feel of his own heat is a bit of a shock, but the kind that jaskier lives for. he wants so, so much. is so unbelievably greedy, that when their kiss finally breaks, the first sound he makes is a keen, low but loud. ]
I- I— [ he hisses as those teeth sink into his lower lip. pleased and so incredibly aroused. ] I just... just don't want you to be lonely. You, hn, always seem so sad. And I...
[ it seems this could be an easy and quick way to quiet him, but larus loathes to use such tactics. if anything, he just likes to listen to him. how he responds, how he breathes. how he lives. ]
I'm not lonely, [ he murmurs against his chin, fingers tracing over the muscles of his back and along the shape of his ribs. ] But I'm glad you're thinking of me.
[ because larus can never tell him how he doesn't think of anyone the moment they're gone from his life. to protect himself, inevitably, from being hurt, and the only one that remains a constant is his maker, the bastard that he'll always be. but he pushes those thoughts aside to continue touching him, thumbing idly at one of jaskier's nipples as his mouth follows the line of his throat and teases with the sharp edge of his fangs. ]
[ if jaskier is anything, he is most certainly alive. even at his lowest moments, he is always full of life, enough to share with others. even at forty-one years old ( but looking only 25 ), he has the vitality of someone who lives every day like it's his last. it's hard to shut him up, but the way larus' teeth scrape against unmarked skin, his fingers tease a hardening nipple, jaskier can't help but clench his teeth around another hiss, another curse. ]
Fuck. [ it's quietly said with a punched out breath. ] You always seem like it. I- hn didn't want to be a nosy ba-astard, but it just seems... seems like you're afraid to open yourself to others.
[ and if anyone would recognize the signs, it would be jaskier. twenty years around someone who refused to show emotion because it could be used as a weakness... well, jaskier knows for a fact that geralt of rivia may claim to be an emotionless witcher, but he is also a man who feels probably more deeply than anyone jaskier knows. perhaps aside from larus.
eventually, the teasing is starting to make him impatient, he reaches up to tangle his fingers into larus' hair and tugs. ]
[ are they really going to talk about this right now?
they probably could, grunting quietly at the pull to his hair and giving jaskier a look that says it was less about pain and more about inconvenience. it takes his mouth away from his skin, the curious thought of what he would taste like if he sank his teeth in and drew blood. he sighs and ignores it, using both hands to cup jaskier's face and tip his head so their eyes meet. ]
Do you want me to tell you how I feel? Or do you want me to make you come? [ there's an ultimatum settling in the quiet as he leans to rest their foreheads together. his voice is rough but soft. ] I'll only follow through with one.
[ at least for now. the next time they're together will be different, and that's something larus is going to have to deal with when it happens. ]
[ jaskier's features immediately morph into a pout. what a jerk! though he supposes that kind of conversation should be saved for another occasion. and jaskier is determined enough to track larus down later, if he has to. for now, he licks his lips and meets larus' stern gaze. slowly, the pout shifts into a smirk and he quickly locks his still-clothed legs around larus' hips. now, larus will be able to fully feel jaskier's ardor.
he tries to tug his head out of larus' grip, jerking forward in hopes of another kiss, or at least to bring their lips closer. ]
I want to fuck, of course. But don't think I'll forget our discussion.
[ there's another look that clearly speaks volumes about it not being a discussion, but larus really has nothing else to say to that.
at least, not while jaskier is curled around him and impossible to escape without hurting him.
larus succumbs slightly to what he wants, kissing him again but purposely keeping it slow and easy. his hands have dropped to grip jaskier's thighs, not really needing to hold him so much as balance him while he carries him in the direction of his bed. it's not as if he can miss how hard he is against him, bracing a knee on the mattress and uncurling one of his legs so he has no choice but to go down. ]
I want to know what you like. [ said as he strips out of his own shirt, freeing himself from jaskier's hold to make efficient work of the rest of his clothes. ] Start with the bare minimum.
[ he doesn't need an elaborate list immediately. ]
[ sure, he'd love to get into larus' head, try to figure out the other man and hopefully bring him some peace or joy. but jaskier has never been able to turn down a good fuck. he's pretty sure that the feel of larus against him will turn out to be one of his better rendezvous, if only because larus' cold body will prove an interesting change in the typical way men get sweaty during sex.
he watches with undisguised interest as larus removes his shirt, shifting up on his elbows to get a good look. then, while the other removes the rest, jaskier makes quick work of his own. free of the confines of his trousers, his cock stands proud, hard and a bit wet at the tip. ]
Don't treat me like glass. I want to see proof of this on my skin when we're done.
[ this part is easy for him. he's not shy and can never remember a time he ever had been, every inch of him free of scars or other blemishes and pale in the way one might expect a vampire to be. and once he's out of his clothes, larus takes a moment to watch jaskier, memorizing the shape of him in total undress before joining him on the bed.
his movements are all efficient and quick, gripping him beneath a knee to jerk jaskier towards him and onto his back. ]
I don't want to hurt you. [ but he knows there's a difference between what he's saying and what larus means. ] I need you to tell me if that happens.
[ while he speaks, he palms his thigh and purposely ignores his cock in favor of tracing a path along his navel. and then his ribs. larus isn't unaffected by their proximity or the lingering pressure of jaskier's lips against his, but he's patient. he thinks he might enjoy their time together even more if he's methodical about it. ]
[ all that pale skin and unmarked flesh is enough to momentarily take jaskier's breath away, that is, if larus' grip and tug weren't enough. he's always liked it a bit rough. the intensity of it so markedly different from how he usually approaches his bed partners. and having the memories of a night decorating his skin makes him feel more wanted and desired than any other kind of touch could. still, he recognizes how dangerous being with a potentially brutal creature like larus, and he nods, indicating that he understands exactly what larus means. with a quirk of his lips, he grins. ]
Of course, dear-heart. You will most certainly know the moment that happens.
[ and he's not lying. jaskier knows what he wants and what he likes. a touch of danger is nice, thrilling even. But outright pain is not to jaskier's taste. especially when it's the kind that does not come hand in hand with pleasure.
pleasure is what he's after now, so he arches into larus' touch, eager and willing. the avoidance of his cock almost prompts a bit of a whiny growl from him, but he withholds, because larus' slow and methodical exploration of his body is just as pleasing. the pace of it is enough to set him aflame, but he does his best to remain patient as his fingers reach out to wander across larus' features. a touch gentle and lingering, as if he's trying to memorize every detail. ]
[ there are things about this city that have changed him when it comes to intimacy, but he doesn't want to think through any of that right now, pressing into every touch that jaskier gives him. as always, his skin soaks up the warmth of it, and eventually, he might just be warm enough to feel more human the longer they're pressed together.
he sighs in response, fingers trailing over those ribs and the planes of that chest once more before larus leans down to kiss him. it's slow at first, mapping the shape of his mouth and the heat of his tongue, but he kisses him harder with each second that passes, using his teeth and sucking until there's absolutely no doubt that jaskier needs to breathe. it's something larus has to remind himself about on occasion, so he follows the slope of his chin and the curve of his throat with the hint that he could sink his fangs in at any moment.
it's always about riding that line of control, dangerous as it is.
but they haven't talked about it, and larus is hesitant to even consider it, taking his attention to jaskier's shoulder even as he reaches between them and circles the head of his cock with a fingertip to tease him. ]
[ it's the combination of larus' tough to his cock and the threat of teath against his throat that steals jaskier's breath away. his hips buck on instinct, and jaskier huffs something like a whine. he wants more, though. so much more. enough to get larus just as warm as he is.
during his previous stay in the city, jaskier remembers a more reticent larus. a seemingly young man who was less willing to indulge in touch. almost hesitant because of whatever notions he had swirling in his mind. now, the vampire seems to have no qualms with this type of intimacy, and jaskier wants to just soak it all in.
he turns his head just enough to provide larus with more skin to run his lips and teeth against, and hums low in his throat, larus' name on his tongue. ]
[ he can read the cues, knows that jaskier wants more from him than just a teasing touch or two. he wants to feel it, remember it later when they're no longer together, and it's a shockingly sweet thought, pausing only briefly to suck a mark into his skin just below his collarbone before finally taking him in-hand.
it's firm, squeezing him as he strokes, and he wonders just how close he can bring him before easing back off. how many times he could do that before it drives him crazy.
larus has the patience for it, even as hard as he is right now. yet, he slides his mouth back to jaskier's, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at him. maybe it's something they could try some other time. ]
How do you want it? [ he asks, continuing that almost lazy pull of his cock, and he thinks, just this once, it might be nice to see jaskier's face. ]
[ larus is surprisingly skilled with his hands, with his mouth, and jaskier tries not to think about that too much. the idea of larus with anyone else leaves something dark and a bit wicked burning in his chest, even when he knows a place like this can never allow the two of them an opportunity for such a relationship. and jaskier knows he's not the kind of man who would adhere to something like that. he's always been the type to go from bed to bed, seeking as much affection and pleasure as possible. so he doesn't make any promises, doesn't say any damning words. only arches into larus' touch, almost keening at the feel of larus' fingers wrapped around him. ]
I want to see you. I want to see you as you come apart inside me.
[ he reaches up to slip his fingers into larus' hair. never pulling, simply carding through the soft strands. his chest aches with a feeling he knows too well. it's a similar feeling to what he gets when he thinks about geralt. ]
[ they're nothing if not honest with each other. larus will never make promises he can't keep, and he would never lie to him. the best he can give to jaskier is that honesty, pouring it out in the way he touches him and how he pauses to savor the fingers in his hair. just a moment, and then, he turns to press a kiss against jaskier's wrist before pulling away.
this part is always a test of patience, grateful in the end that it doesn't take long to find whatever lubricant jaskier has on-hand. it's never in short supply in this place, easing between those thighs, and working through prepping him with an efficiency that might almost be cold. he nearly has three fingers inside him before he leans forward to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip and breathing in the warmth of each exhale.
there's something intoxicating about this. he isn't sure what it is, but it warms him considerably. ]
More? [ it's asked even as he presses his fingers deeper, moving at a lazy rhythm like larus means to tease him. ]
[ being a creature who thrives in taking and receiving pleasure, jaskier makes no attempt to stifle the noises that escape him when larus nearly drives him inside with the fingers inside him. when their kiss breaks, he chases after those lips with a bob of his head, greedily wanting more of whatever larus will give him. like this, it's easy to forget where he is, but never who he's with, and jaskier pulls just a little on larus' hair in his impatience.
a stuttered breath passes his kiss-bruised lips when those seeking fingers find the place inside him that sparks flashes of white behind his eyes. hen's not above begging if he has to, but he's certain that larus won't leave him wanting for too long. ]
Mm... fuck. Yeah.
[ he shifts a leg up the bed, a thigh pressing against larus in an attempt to get him deeper. ]
[ it's easy to get lost in something like this. sometimes, just for a moment, he allows himself to really feel it all, and there's a brief second where he drowns in the rush of jaskier's heartbeat before all those sounds draw him back to the present.
he curls his fingers just slightly at jaskier's insistence and continues to push into him, fucking him with his fingers until he thinks it's more than enough. he won't hurt him, even if he does want to feel it. which larus obliges, slicking himself with one hand as he grips that thigh against him and drags him closer without even pausing to think.
all it takes is the softest breath, and he thrusts inside him.
through it all, larus doesn't say a word. he simply watches jaskier as he moves, keeping him close as his hold on him digs in hard. ]
[ the press of larus sliding into him makes breath catch in his throat, and his head tilts back and exposes the long arch of his neck. there's something so simple and easy to fall into about getting fucked, and he arches his back into it. the hard grip makes him tremble a little, but he pushes into that as well, wanting the marks to last when larus leaves him.
for someone like jaskier who falls far too fast and far too often, trying to focus on nothing but the pleasure is something of a struggle. he's too easily attuned to the way larus feels inside him. cool and hard, but with a hint of gentleness that makes something tighten in jaskier's chest. a curse makes itself known in the air between them and he quickly takes to rolling his hips to meet larus' every time the other man thrusts, a rhythm he is more than capable of matching. ]
Fuck, gods.
[ the words are a bit broken, a bit breathless, but it just demonstrates how good larus is making him feel. ]
[ he's never been particularly vocal at much of anything, not even this. but it doesn't mean he isn't there with him, shifting his hips and increasing the rocking fervor of his body every time jaskier tries to match his pace. he could do this until all jaskier is capable of doing is writhing underneath him, until he comes and larus fucks him through his orgasm. yet, he stores that thought away and eyes the length of his throat, stilling for just a moment to press his lips to skin.
fragile, he thinks. soft. the beat of his heart is loud in his ears, and to force his thoughts elsewhere, larus bites into the curve of jaskier's shoulder with the flat edge of his teeth. and with his arm hooked under a leg as his free hand slips between them, he thrusts into him harder. harder. he might very well bruise him with the intensity of it.
larus licks over the spot he's bitten, smearing his mouth along his skin to kiss him. ]
It's just me, [ he whispers, a hint of a tease there like he'd rather have the praise than some nameless gods. ]
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all of this is obvious enough on its own. he just needs to be the one to see it through. ]
Or you could ask me to stay.
[ he prefers honesty to the fluff of what-ifs, and to make that clear, larus leans into him, his fingertips stroking lightly along the curve of his jaw. ]
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with larus, somehow, it feels different. he doesn't want to say it, not yet ready to put anything to words like he normally would. defining this is by no means easy.
that said, jaskier has always been a man who knows what he wants. so he tugs on larus' shirt again. ]
Then stay. At least for tonight. Stay with me.
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Not all night, [ he says, because the dawn is always a reminder. not that it penetrates the down, but he needs to return to the up and check on daphne at some point. ] But for a while, I'll stay with you.
[ it's all he can offer right now, and to prove it, he pushes into that slight space between them to kiss him, the fingers at his jaw sliding around to cup the back of his head. ]
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and though larus says only for a little while, that this won't be for all night, jaskier believes that it'll be enough for now. at least for a little while, until the craving for the feel of larus' cold fingers against his skin returns. ]
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and he could, purposely moving them back a few steps to demonstrate the strength he rarely ever uses. especially in moments like these. ]
Is this really why you asked me here?
[ whispered against jaskier's mouth, he can't help wondering. he won't even be upset with the answer. ]
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Not the only reason.
[ and it's true. there's no lie in his words because once jaskier had resettled, one of the first people he wanted to see again was larus. their brief reunion on the train had not been enough for him to be satisfied. and he wants to make sure that larus is doing well, might even be happy to see him. ]
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he considers it and then decides against it for now, sliding a hand up the other's back and gently pressing his fingers into him. strange, he thinks, how easily he could tear him apart. break him, ruin him. there are parts of larus that he hides deep, and they surface at the most inappropriate times, this being one of them. still, he kisses him until jaskier needs to breathe.]
Tell me. [ as he draws back, he sinks the flat edge of his teeth into his lower lip to bite him softly. ]
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I- I— [ he hisses as those teeth sink into his lower lip. pleased and so incredibly aroused. ] I just... just don't want you to be lonely. You, hn, always seem so sad. And I...
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I'm not lonely, [ he murmurs against his chin, fingers tracing over the muscles of his back and along the shape of his ribs. ] But I'm glad you're thinking of me.
[ because larus can never tell him how he doesn't think of anyone the moment they're gone from his life. to protect himself, inevitably, from being hurt, and the only one that remains a constant is his maker, the bastard that he'll always be. but he pushes those thoughts aside to continue touching him, thumbing idly at one of jaskier's nipples as his mouth follows the line of his throat and teases with the sharp edge of his fangs. ]
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Fuck. [ it's quietly said with a punched out breath. ] You always seem like it. I- hn didn't want to be a nosy ba-astard, but it just seems... seems like you're afraid to open yourself to others.
[ and if anyone would recognize the signs, it would be jaskier. twenty years around someone who refused to show emotion because it could be used as a weakness... well, jaskier knows for a fact that geralt of rivia may claim to be an emotionless witcher, but he is also a man who feels probably more deeply than anyone jaskier knows. perhaps aside from larus.
eventually, the teasing is starting to make him impatient, he reaches up to tangle his fingers into larus' hair and tugs. ]
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they probably could, grunting quietly at the pull to his hair and giving jaskier a look that says it was less about pain and more about inconvenience. it takes his mouth away from his skin, the curious thought of what he would taste like if he sank his teeth in and drew blood. he sighs and ignores it, using both hands to cup jaskier's face and tip his head so their eyes meet. ]
Do you want me to tell you how I feel? Or do you want me to make you come? [ there's an ultimatum settling in the quiet as he leans to rest their foreheads together. his voice is rough but soft. ] I'll only follow through with one.
[ at least for now. the next time they're together will be different, and that's something larus is going to have to deal with when it happens. ]
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he tries to tug his head out of larus' grip, jerking forward in hopes of another kiss, or at least to bring their lips closer. ]
I want to fuck, of course. But don't think I'll forget our discussion.
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at least, not while jaskier is curled around him and impossible to escape without hurting him.
larus succumbs slightly to what he wants, kissing him again but purposely keeping it slow and easy. his hands have dropped to grip jaskier's thighs, not really needing to hold him so much as balance him while he carries him in the direction of his bed. it's not as if he can miss how hard he is against him, bracing a knee on the mattress and uncurling one of his legs so he has no choice but to go down. ]
I want to know what you like. [ said as he strips out of his own shirt, freeing himself from jaskier's hold to make efficient work of the rest of his clothes. ] Start with the bare minimum.
[ he doesn't need an elaborate list immediately. ]
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he watches with undisguised interest as larus removes his shirt, shifting up on his elbows to get a good look. then, while the other removes the rest, jaskier makes quick work of his own. free of the confines of his trousers, his cock stands proud, hard and a bit wet at the tip. ]
Don't treat me like glass. I want to see proof of this on my skin when we're done.
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his movements are all efficient and quick, gripping him beneath a knee to jerk jaskier towards him and onto his back. ]
I don't want to hurt you. [ but he knows there's a difference between what he's saying and what larus means. ] I need you to tell me if that happens.
[ while he speaks, he palms his thigh and purposely ignores his cock in favor of tracing a path along his navel. and then his ribs. larus isn't unaffected by their proximity or the lingering pressure of jaskier's lips against his, but he's patient. he thinks he might enjoy their time together even more if he's methodical about it. ]
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Of course, dear-heart. You will most certainly know the moment that happens.
[ and he's not lying. jaskier knows what he wants and what he likes. a touch of danger is nice, thrilling even. But outright pain is not to jaskier's taste. especially when it's the kind that does not come hand in hand with pleasure.
pleasure is what he's after now, so he arches into larus' touch, eager and willing. the avoidance of his cock almost prompts a bit of a whiny growl from him, but he withholds, because larus' slow and methodical exploration of his body is just as pleasing. the pace of it is enough to set him aflame, but he does his best to remain patient as his fingers reach out to wander across larus' features. a touch gentle and lingering, as if he's trying to memorize every detail. ]
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he sighs in response, fingers trailing over those ribs and the planes of that chest once more before larus leans down to kiss him. it's slow at first, mapping the shape of his mouth and the heat of his tongue, but he kisses him harder with each second that passes, using his teeth and sucking until there's absolutely no doubt that jaskier needs to breathe. it's something larus has to remind himself about on occasion, so he follows the slope of his chin and the curve of his throat with the hint that he could sink his fangs in at any moment.
it's always about riding that line of control, dangerous as it is.
but they haven't talked about it, and larus is hesitant to even consider it, taking his attention to jaskier's shoulder even as he reaches between them and circles the head of his cock with a fingertip to tease him. ]
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during his previous stay in the city, jaskier remembers a more reticent larus. a seemingly young man who was less willing to indulge in touch. almost hesitant because of whatever notions he had swirling in his mind. now, the vampire seems to have no qualms with this type of intimacy, and jaskier wants to just soak it all in.
he turns his head just enough to provide larus with more skin to run his lips and teeth against, and hums low in his throat, larus' name on his tongue. ]
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it's firm, squeezing him as he strokes, and he wonders just how close he can bring him before easing back off. how many times he could do that before it drives him crazy.
larus has the patience for it, even as hard as he is right now. yet, he slides his mouth back to jaskier's, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at him. maybe it's something they could try some other time. ]
How do you want it? [ he asks, continuing that almost lazy pull of his cock, and he thinks, just this once, it might be nice to see jaskier's face. ]
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I want to see you. I want to see you as you come apart inside me.
[ he reaches up to slip his fingers into larus' hair. never pulling, simply carding through the soft strands. his chest aches with a feeling he knows too well. it's a similar feeling to what he gets when he thinks about geralt. ]
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this part is always a test of patience, grateful in the end that it doesn't take long to find whatever lubricant jaskier has on-hand. it's never in short supply in this place, easing between those thighs, and working through prepping him with an efficiency that might almost be cold. he nearly has three fingers inside him before he leans forward to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip and breathing in the warmth of each exhale.
there's something intoxicating about this. he isn't sure what it is, but it warms him considerably. ]
More? [ it's asked even as he presses his fingers deeper, moving at a lazy rhythm like larus means to tease him. ]
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a stuttered breath passes his kiss-bruised lips when those seeking fingers find the place inside him that sparks flashes of white behind his eyes. hen's not above begging if he has to, but he's certain that larus won't leave him wanting for too long. ]
Mm... fuck. Yeah.
[ he shifts a leg up the bed, a thigh pressing against larus in an attempt to get him deeper. ]
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he curls his fingers just slightly at jaskier's insistence and continues to push into him, fucking him with his fingers until he thinks it's more than enough. he won't hurt him, even if he does want to feel it. which larus obliges, slicking himself with one hand as he grips that thigh against him and drags him closer without even pausing to think.
all it takes is the softest breath, and he thrusts inside him.
through it all, larus doesn't say a word. he simply watches jaskier as he moves, keeping him close as his hold on him digs in hard. ]
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for someone like jaskier who falls far too fast and far too often, trying to focus on nothing but the pleasure is something of a struggle. he's too easily attuned to the way larus feels inside him. cool and hard, but with a hint of gentleness that makes something tighten in jaskier's chest. a curse makes itself known in the air between them and he quickly takes to rolling his hips to meet larus' every time the other man thrusts, a rhythm he is more than capable of matching. ]
Fuck, gods.
[ the words are a bit broken, a bit breathless, but it just demonstrates how good larus is making him feel. ]
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fragile, he thinks. soft. the beat of his heart is loud in his ears, and to force his thoughts elsewhere, larus bites into the curve of jaskier's shoulder with the flat edge of his teeth. and with his arm hooked under a leg as his free hand slips between them, he thrusts into him harder. harder. he might very well bruise him with the intensity of it.
larus licks over the spot he's bitten, smearing his mouth along his skin to kiss him. ]
It's just me, [ he whispers, a hint of a tease there like he'd rather have the praise than some nameless gods. ]
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