For @greyduckgreygoose who asked for a snippet of Eskel/Chireadan. I have not looked at this piece in a very long time.
Eskel rolled his hips and the elf gave a shuddering whimper as their torsos pressed together briefly only to part as Eskel drew back to tease his tongue against the physicians upper lip. Chireadan gasped and pulled Eskel close, hungry for his touch and his warmth.
There was a loud thump as Eskel’s jerkin hit the floor, the Witcher still gently pressing forward with a wolffish glint in his eyes.
“I’ve… I've never really...” Chireadan was speaking between breath-stealing kisses, trying to keep his head together while Eakel’s hands roved over his torso, ”that is to say, I haven’t really—I-I’ve taken lovers but never a—“
“—Witchers are the same,” Eskel husked, smirking and fiddling with the doctor’s belt and loosening his own, “we just happen to be more capable. Or at least, I do.”
Chireadan pulled away from the heat of Eskel’s lips on his neck, blushing profusely and averting his eyes, “No, no, I didn’t mean…”
“What?” If he was honest with himself, Eskel was probably less patient than he should have been, but it had been a dry season, and every promising liaison had, for one reason or another, fallen through. Intimacy, connection, for however long, it didn't matter. He wanted to feel close to someone, feel human. He watched as Chireadan found the words.
“A man,” the elve’s eyes met Eskel’s apologetically, and Eskel’s nose filled with the sour tang of shame and embarrassment. “I've never been with a man before. This is all very new—very exciting—but very… very new.”
“Do you want this to stop?”
