[ 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. ]
[ the intensity of it all is almost too much. larus drives into him in just the way he likes, the way he adores. just a touch too rough without being painful. there will be indentations on his skin in the morning and that's just what he wants. the memory in bruises scattered across his body that larus is here now, with him.
his heart seems to tremble in his chest with every beat and as it picks up pace, jaskier's breath does as well. and though the tease registers vaguely in his mind, not much else exists beyond the feel of skin on skin. his own heat quickly warming larus.
when he's bitten, even though with blunt teeth, he cries out larus' name. it doesn't matter how many people he's with ( and that list is long ), he's never uttered the wrong name. always present in that particular moment, just as he is now, practically gasping each time their bodies join.
eventually, larus' movements bring him in perfect alignment and a shuddering noise leaves jaskier. as sparks flare behind his eyelids, he grips larus hard, more desperately, signaling without words how larus is quickly driving him to that all encompassing end. ]
[ it's soft. the only thing he says when they move.
there's something about this particular kind of intimacy that always leaves him unsteady, withdrawing deeper into himself even as drives jaskier into the mattress and flexes his fingers against his hip. his other hand takes hold of jaskier's cock, squeezing and stroking in rhythm, and it's so much easier to focus on this than how he feels.
he wants him to come. he wants to feel all of his warmth and soak it up so he doesn't forget this moment.
and maybe that's why he slows just enough to encourage jaskier to curl his leg around him, seating larus even deeper inside him. that's something, he thinks. the tenderness of it, how close he can be to another living person, and next time... next time, he'll keep the pace. he won't falter. but for now, he tells him to come with his hands and his mouth and the press of their foreheads when he kisses him. ]
[ it's only a slight adjustment, the lifting of his other leg, but as it forces larus deeper still, jaskier is overwhelmed. eyes widen as he chokes on a gasp, and he very nearly comes in that second. the combination of the strokes along his cock, the soft words spoken to him between their mouths, and the pressure inside him is far too much for him to handle.
his orgasm begins with an intense trembling of his limbs. jaskier's entire body seems to clamp down around larus, as though releasing him might kill him. and his mind is filled with nothing but sweet bliss, even as any words he might have for larus are stolen by the way their lips are slotted together.
too fast and too soon, he coats himself against larus' palm while his chest rises and falls with a rabbit's pace. ]
[ larus doesn't expect anything from him—whether he lasts long or not. he's not so unmoved by it all either, especially with the way he shivers and seems to cling to him, and it's how he holds onto all of him that has larus stuttering for a moment, moving with him through his orgasm and ignoring the warmth spilling between his fingers.
they are all things he'll remember later, tucking his face just beneath the curve of jaskier's jaw and pressing lips and teeth to his skin as he comes a couple sharp thrusts later. his entire body stills, not breathing and not uttering a sound, and briefly, it must feel like he's dead before he finally shudders ever so slightly and sags against him.
he slips his hand free but doesn't care to move away from him just yet, pressing in close and listening to jaskier's pulse as it begins to slow. ]
[ it takes some time for him to come down from the high that larus pushed him into, but as his heart slows and his breathing settles, his hands begin to move. slowly, they slide up larus' back, holding the other close to himself, regardless of the mess between them. he doesn't open his eyes just yet, choosing instead to simply dwell in the feeling that only results from a good fuck. he thinks he might even still feel the burn of larus moving inside him, even though he knows that's just the lingering affects of his orgasm.
humming softly in the back of his throat, one hand finds itself in larus' hair again, carding through the strands as he shifts just enough to press a kiss atop his head. ]
Hm, that was lovely.
[ more than lovely, actually, given how wrecked he sounds. it's a price he's willing to pay and he's even eager to see the marks left behind by larus' touch. ]
[ the glide of jaskier's hands are familiar in the aftermath, heavy atop him and not completely interested in moving just yet. he soaks up everything—each touch, each breath, the hint of sweat and the smell of sex. it feels like an enternity, but it's really just the seconds between the fingers in his hair and the kiss pressed to his head, eventually easing himself up and off jaskier. there's no effort to it; still, the sudden lack of warmth from being inside him is startling, immediately pushing back against him to rest his cheek against his shoulder.
larus offers his own hum in response, a quiet sound that settles in his chest. ]
I might have been too rough.
[ it's an idle comment, letting his gaze settle where it can as he looks him over. there are already some darkening bruises near his hip, and that means he'd been careless. he hadn't paid attention to how hard he was holding onto him. he'll need to be more attentive next time. ]
[ the concern he hears in larus' quiet voice, despite how idle he sounds, automatically has jaskier sitting up a bit, but not without hauling larus closer. he disregards the mess between them in exchange for pressing urgent kisses along larus' jaw. once more, his fingers card through larus' hair and he nuzzles against his cheek with his voice in a whisper.
it could be that he's reading larus all wrong, but he'd rather not chance it. ]
Oh, darling, no. No. It was wonderful. You were wonderful. I count these bruises as a blessing.
[ he doesn't need to be coddled, but the reassurances are sweet, tilting his head into the touches for a moment before pulling back to look at him. there's an understanding he must get across, resting his own hand against the side of jaskier's face as he continues to watch him. it's important that he never forget any of this, that he remembers him if he disappears. ]
I'm not worried about these. [ it's murmured between them, fingers brushing over a bruised hip. ] I just need to be careful in the future.
[ if they do this again. when they do this again. because larus is adamant about not hurting him in ways that he can't take back. ]
[ a soft noise escapes him when those bruises are brushed against, and he tilts his hip up into the touch. he knows that larus fears hurting him, but jaskier is filled with a certainty that the young vampire also knows his limits. it's a determined kind of trust, one that won't fade, regardless of what larus might say. he wishes larus saw what he saw. the gentleness, the affection, and the care he displays without even thinking. ]
Shhh, it's fine, love. It really is. But if that's what you believe, I'll hold you to it.
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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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his heart seems to tremble in his chest with every beat and as it picks up pace, jaskier's breath does as well. and though the tease registers vaguely in his mind, not much else exists beyond the feel of skin on skin. his own heat quickly warming larus.
when he's bitten, even though with blunt teeth, he cries out larus' name. it doesn't matter how many people he's with ( and that list is long ), he's never uttered the wrong name. always present in that particular moment, just as he is now, practically gasping each time their bodies join.
eventually, larus' movements bring him in perfect alignment and a shuddering noise leaves jaskier. as sparks flare behind his eyelids, he grips larus hard, more desperately, signaling without words how larus is quickly driving him to that all encompassing end. ]
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[ it's soft. the only thing he says when they move.
there's something about this particular kind of intimacy that always leaves him unsteady, withdrawing deeper into himself even as drives jaskier into the mattress and flexes his fingers against his hip. his other hand takes hold of jaskier's cock, squeezing and stroking in rhythm, and it's so much easier to focus on this than how he feels.
he wants him to come. he wants to feel all of his warmth and soak it up so he doesn't forget this moment.
and maybe that's why he slows just enough to encourage jaskier to curl his leg around him, seating larus even deeper inside him. that's something, he thinks. the tenderness of it, how close he can be to another living person, and next time... next time, he'll keep the pace. he won't falter. but for now, he tells him to come with his hands and his mouth and the press of their foreheads when he kisses him. ]
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his orgasm begins with an intense trembling of his limbs. jaskier's entire body seems to clamp down around larus, as though releasing him might kill him. and his mind is filled with nothing but sweet bliss, even as any words he might have for larus are stolen by the way their lips are slotted together.
too fast and too soon, he coats himself against larus' palm while his chest rises and falls with a rabbit's pace. ]
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they are all things he'll remember later, tucking his face just beneath the curve of jaskier's jaw and pressing lips and teeth to his skin as he comes a couple sharp thrusts later. his entire body stills, not breathing and not uttering a sound, and briefly, it must feel like he's dead before he finally shudders ever so slightly and sags against him.
he slips his hand free but doesn't care to move away from him just yet, pressing in close and listening to jaskier's pulse as it begins to slow. ]
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humming softly in the back of his throat, one hand finds itself in larus' hair again, carding through the strands as he shifts just enough to press a kiss atop his head. ]
Hm, that was lovely.
[ more than lovely, actually, given how wrecked he sounds. it's a price he's willing to pay and he's even eager to see the marks left behind by larus' touch. ]
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larus offers his own hum in response, a quiet sound that settles in his chest. ]
I might have been too rough.
[ it's an idle comment, letting his gaze settle where it can as he looks him over. there are already some darkening bruises near his hip, and that means he'd been careless. he hadn't paid attention to how hard he was holding onto him. he'll need to be more attentive next time. ]
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it could be that he's reading larus all wrong, but he'd rather not chance it. ]
Oh, darling, no. No. It was wonderful. You were wonderful. I count these bruises as a blessing.
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I'm not worried about these. [ it's murmured between them, fingers brushing over a bruised hip. ] I just need to be careful in the future.
[ if they do this again. when they do this again. because larus is adamant about not hurting him in ways that he can't take back. ]
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Shhh, it's fine, love. It really is. But if that's what you believe, I'll hold you to it.