[ 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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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.