Ship: Geraskier
Prompt: Gifting pet a new collar
CW: Kitten play, kitten Jaskier, rough sex, possessive Geralt
AO3
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When Jaskier crawled towards him, mewling quietly, Geralt knew it was time. The collar had been locked away at the top of his wardrobe for about a month, waiting for Jaskier to slip into the right headspace. They’d been playing like this for nearly a year, but the one thing they hadn’t done was choose a collar for Jaskier. The ears and tail plugs had been in Jaskier’s possession before Geralt had met him, but the collar was different, more important. It was a sign of commitment to their relationship, a promise to always take care of his pet… or something like that. Sure, Geralt was still learning with every session, but he loved Jaskier, and he loved his kitten.
“There you are,” he murmured, holding his hand out for Jaskier to rub against. “I have something for you, Julek.”
Jaskier cocked his head, his ears twitching with the movement. It had scared the shit out of Geralt the first time, but Jaskier told him after that they were enchanted specially to react to his emotions, the tail as well.
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
Jaskier hummed, chirping in his human equivalent of a purr and rubbing against Geralt’s leg. It was a sign that Jaskier wanted attention, and the fact he was wearing his tail plug already told Geralt exactly what kind of attention his kitten was after. But the collar was important to him… to them.
“Come on.” Opening his arms, Geralt smiled and lifted Jaskier up into the air. With another purr, Jaskier buried his face into Geralt’s neck, and let him carry them up the stairs.
It was only when he carefully dropped Jaskier onto the soft mat at the end of the bed, that Geralt started to feel nervous. What if it was too soon? What if Jaskier didn’t like the collar he’d picked out? No. It was fine. They’d discussed this. Geralt knew Jaskier’s preferences, even if his kitten thought it had all been hypothetical.
Jaskier’s chirping pulled Geralt from his thoughts. He was staring up at Geralt, his tail slowly brushing along the floor as his ears flicked. It was almost innocent, a childlike wonder that had Geralt smiling dopily down at his boyfriend. With a sigh he knelt down and scratched Jaskier behind his ears.
“Be good, and I’ll fuck you after,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead.
His kitten’s eyes fluttered shut, and he visibly shivered, a whispered “please,” falling from his lips.
“Kittens don’t talk,” Geralt reminded gently, and Jaskier hissed, mouthing at Geralt’s fingers.
Standing up, Geralt went to collect the collar box, and when he turned around once more, Jaskier had tears in his eyes, his gaze locked onto the box. His bottom lip was trembling and Geralt knew his kitten was desperate to say something, anything, but he was good, biting his lip to stay quiet. Geralt’s hands shook as he opened the box, gently lifting up the collar and holding it so Jaskier could see.
“Do you like it?”
Jaskier meowed, crawling over to Geralt and circling around his legs, chirping happily. Relief flooded through Geralt as he reached down to stroke his kitten’s head, before sitting on the floor, pulling Jaskier into his lap and carefully strapping the collar around Jaskier’s neck. When it was secure, he carried his kitten onto the bed, stroking down his back to the base of his tail. It was one of the larger plugs that Jaskier owned, attached to a long fluffy grey tail. The matching ears were just as fluffy, a soft mottled grey that always felt nice against Geralt’s fingers. They were Jaskier’s favourite set, which Geralt was grateful for. It made the night feel more special.
He pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s shoulder as he worked the plug loose, lube leaking down Jaskier’s thighs as he did. The collar stood out against Jaskier’s pale skin, the dark leather studded with blue and gold gems. It had cost a fortune but Jaskier was worth it, and it was gorgeous. Seeing Jaskier wear it was a whole new experience though, a possessiveness clawed in Geralt’s stomach, a monster purring in content at the blatant claim he now had on his lover.
He was perfect - and he belonged to Geralt.
With that in mind, Geralt didn’t waste any time in slicking up his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before pushing inside Jaskier. His kitten keened, his back arching as he clawed at the sheets, ears twitching as Geralt buried deep into his ass. Geralt’s fingers bruising Jaskier’s hips as he slammed into him.
There were no thoughts, only “Mine, mine, mine,” chanting through his mind with every thrust of his hips. His fingers threaded into Jaskier’s hair, yanking his head backwards to expose the kitten’s throat, they might be alone but Geralt was plagued by the need to have the collar on display.
“Hnnnnnng,” Jaskier gasped, whining wordlessly as Geralt used him, his perfect little pet, his darling kitten.
Geralt wasn’t going to last long, he knew that. He was too keyed up, too desperate to mark up his kitten, fill him with his cum, but he never came before Jaskier. It was a matter of pride. He was a kind master, and he hated leaving his pet wanting, even if he did act up. So, with a growl, Geralt took Jaskier’s cock in hand, using the precum as lube. The effect was instantaneous and Jaskier yowled, his ears pressing flat against his hair as he spilled over Geralt’s hand. Geralt groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as Jaskier clenched around his cock, his hips snapping forwards erratically as he fucked his pet through his orgasm before he finally let go, cumming with a feral growl.
The pair of them collapsed onto the bed, a mess of cum and lube. Jaskier’s back was littered with scratches and bruises, but he hummed happily as he curled in on himself. Geralt barely had the energy to retrieve his pet's tail from the edge of the bed, but he knew Jaskier would need it so carefully he pushed the tail back in, smiling as it flicked back to life, wrapping around Geralt’s wrist.
“Good kitten,” he murmured, kissing Jaskier on the head before laying down next to him. “My perfect boy.”
Summary: Geralt gets Jaskier cuffs and a collar that have bells on them so that he can hear when he moves.
CW/Tags: Dom Geralt, Sub Jaskier, kitten play/petplay, kitten Jaskier, explicit consent and consent discussion, fluff with implied horny.
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Jaskier sat silently on the bundle of furs in their bedroom in the keep, rubbing his face against Geralt’s leg as the witcher tried to fasten the collar round his neck.
“Jask, pet, sit still for a minute while I get this buckled.”
Geralt pulled him back by the top of his loose shirt, but he only stayed still for a few seconds before he went back to rubbing his face on Geralt’s inner legs, making him giggle. Once the collar was on with much fuss, the little bell started to ring as he moved. Geralt crouched down to eye level with him. While he spoke, Jaskier gave him little kitten licks to his chin and behind his ear.
“Okay, look at me kitten, eye contact.”
Jaskier leaned back on his heels, his eyes wide, while Geralt pushed his tongue back into his mouth, grinning at his cute little pet.
“I’m going to get something to eat. I’ll bring food back later for you. While we all eat, no pets allowed at the dinner table, do you understand?”
Jaskier exaggeratedly nodded his head, the little bell ringing instantly making him hide his face with a blushing smile. Geralt stroked his head and Jaskier pushed his face into the touch.
“I have something else here for you too.”
Geralt brought out two little cuffs for Jaskier’s wrists and proceeded to put them on for him. The cuffs also had little bells on them.
“I’ll just be down the hall; the doors stay open and you’ve to sit nice for me while I'm gone. If you get up to move, or move those little paws because you can’t wait half an hour for me to come back, I’ll hear you.”
Jaskier whined knowing exactly what that meant. He had been scolded before when Geralt walked in on him playing with himself, unable to wait for Geralt to get back from dinner. His brow furrowed and his nose scrunched up.
“Half an hour, kitten. I know it’s hard but you know the rules, no pets when we’re eating. Give me words sweetheart, do you understand, are you happy?”
Jaskier was always silent in kitten space, but if they needed consent or to check on each other throughout, they could always ask. Silence was just extra fun, never a rule.
“Yes, Sir. I can sit nice.”
Geralt sat down on the furs with his kitten, letting Jaskier climb on him, his tongue darting out instantly. The bells ringing out round the room.
When Geralt was called for dinner, he bundled Jaskier up, scritching him, then left the room. He was sat for only 15 minutes before he heard soft bells from down the hall. He looked up from his plate towards the direction of the noise. The bells began to get louder, and jingled faster, before Geralt stood up from the table. It was in this moment where he’d realised that instead of the bells being a form of restraint for his kitten, he had accidentally given Jaskier a means of begging for attention from a different room.
He stood in the doorframe, looking at Jaskier with a tilted head.
“You’re a nuisance, kitten.”
Jaskier bit his lip and shook his head. Geralt held out his hand.
“You can sit at my feet at the table until I’m finished. You’re spoiled.”
Written for the “Gift” prompt for @witcher-bows-and-arrows. This is part of my Kitten Jaskier au, though no actual kitten play happens. It’s mentioned, though!
Teen, No Warnings. 1,700 words.
Geralt/Jaskier
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Jaskier normally gets home from work before Geralt, so he’s thrown off when he enters their apartment and finds it filled with the scents and sounds of cooking. He toes off his shoes and sets down his bag before padding into the kitchen. Geralt is hovering over the stove and doesn’t acknowledge him at first. When Jaskier clears his throat, his boyfriend jumps and spins around to glare at him.
“Sorry love,” Jaskier says, though he can’t hold back his giggles. “Thought we agreed not to go all out for Valentine’s Day.”
“We did, but cooking dinner for us isn’t going all out. We gotta eat, right?” Geralt asks, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. He pretends to be all gruff and aloof, but Jaskier adores how secretly sweet he really is.
“You’re so good to me,” Jaskier tells him before stepping closer and pecking him quickly on the mouth. “Let me get out of my work clothes and into something more comfortable. Be right back.”
“More comfortable had better not mean lingerie. I’ve spent too much time fretting over this dinner to let it get cold,” Geralt warns him.
“As tempting as that is, I can actually behave when the situation calls for it,” Jaskier says, ignoring the disbelieving look Geralt sends his way.
Thankfully the bedroom is free of any cheesy candles or rose petals. Jaskier doesn’t hate Valentine’s Day, but he hasn’t had many good ones. Besides, they'd probably manage to start the bedding on fire if they tried. Laughing to himself, he grabs a pair of jeans and a navy button-up. Geralt has foregone his usual sweats, so he figures he better not come out looking like a slob.
There is a pair of cat ears on top of the dresser - his favorite brown ones - but he doesn’t put them on. No, tonight isn’t about that. As much as Priscilla likes to tease him, he isn’t always in the mood to play. He and Geralt have plenty of non-kinky - well mildly less kinky - sex. Sure, he loves the kitten play, needs it even, but it’s just one part of their very solid relationship.
Geralt is plating up dinner when he wanders back out. It smells absolutely delicious, and he doesn’t even complain when he’s shooed out of the kitchen. It gives him enough time to grab his gift for Geralt and hide it behind a couch cushion. He had it shipped to Priscilla’s place to avoid running the surprise.
There’s a bottle of merlot on the table, so he picks it up and pours each of them a glass. He notices Geralt set their tiny table so they’re seated next to each other instead of across like normal. It gives an added intimacy to the whole thing, and Jaskier smiles to himself at how soft Geralt gets for him.
He’s so in love that he can’t believe it sometimes.
“Sit down so I can serve you properly,” Geralt says, breaking him out of his thoughts.
“Not going to pull my chair out?” he teases just to see him fidget.
“Only if you want a lapful of steak,” Geralt responds dryly. Jaskier laughs and sits down, making sure to coo over how food everything looks. Geralt has a proud look on his face as he joins him at the table.
He has to admit it’s an impressive spread. The steak looks cooked to perfection, and there is a heap of sauteed mushrooms piled on top of it. A huge baked potato with sour cream and roasted asparagus rounds out the meal. His stomach growls in appreciation, and he jokingly cringes while Geralt snorts at him.
“You’ve truly outdone yourself,” Jaskier tells him, his grimace turning into a warm smile.
“You’re worth it,” Geralt murmurs before picking up his wine glass and holding it in the air. Jaskier does the same and Geralt adds, “Happy Valentine’s Day. To us.”
“To us!” Jaskier echos before clinking their glasses together and taking a small sip.
“How was work?” Geralt asks, and Jaskier groans while he cuts into his steak. The inside is the exact shade of pink he’d been hoping for and his mouth waters as he stabs a piece along with a couple of mushrooms.
“As boring as ever,” he mumbles before taking his first bite. It’s so tender and seasoned perfectly, and he can’t hold back his moan as he chews. “Fuck me, this is brilliant.”
“Later, but I told you we have to eat it while it’s hot. Plus I have that strawberry cream cake you love from the bakery across town so we can’t skip dessert. I made a special trip to get it, so I won’t let you rush this,” Geralt says in a teasing tone.
“I love you so fucking much,” Jaskier tells him, though the mouthful of asparagus might distract from his message.
“Love you too, despite your truly horrific table manners,” Geralt snorts. Jaskier just shrugs and continues eating. He’s famished after a long day at work, and this is an amazing feast.
They make small talk as they eat, but it’s comfortable rather than awkward. It’s a welcome routine to just go over their days and share funny little vignettes or gripe about their coworkers. Jaskier has never felt this at ease with anyone, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. They keep getting caught mooning over each other, happily pointing out every lovesick look the other one has. By the time they’re cleaning up the table, he’s so happy he could burst, and all over the most mundane things. Everything is just so much more when it’s shared with Geralt.
“Leave the dishes. I’ll do them later,” Geralt tells him, and Jaskier gives him a pointed look before setting his plate on the counter. “Fine, I’ll do them tomorrow. But I’m not doing them now and you don’t have to worry about them, so why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll get your gift.”
“Oh, I get a gift?” Jaskier asks coyly.
“As if I’d miss the chance to give you one,” Geralt chuckles while shoving him towards the living room. Jaskier uses the time to pull his own gift out from where he stashed it earlier. The gaudy pink bag is perhaps a bit much, but he wasn’t about to try and wrap it. Everything he touches ends up looking like a small child did it.
“Me first!” Jaskier chirps as soon as Geralt gets back. He pats the couch next to him and thrusts his gift into Geralt’s chest, nearly causing him to drop the small present he has. Geralt rolls his eyes and hands over the gift without saying anything.
Jaskier holds it in his hands while he watches Geralt pull the tissue paper out of the bag. Next up is a large bag of conversation hearts. Geralt quirks an eyebrow at him, and Jaskier just beams back. He opens the bag and dumps a few into his hand before snorting loudly.
“Cat themed conversation hearts?” he asks before lifting his hand to read them. “You’re purrfect. UR the cat’s pajamas. Mine Furrever. Where did you get these?” He pops them into his mouth before cringing.
“Yeah, they taste horrible, don’t they?” Jaskier giggles, “but I found them online and couldn’t resist. I got you real candy, too. It’s those peanut butter fudge things you like from the shop near Eskel’s place.” Geralt excitedly looks at the bag and takes out a large box of his favorite chocolates.
“You know me so well,” he says. He gets quiet for a long moment, chewing on his lower lip as he looks at the package in Jaskier’s hands. “I hope I know you just as well. Open it.”
Jaskier makes a show of shaking the box, but there’s no sound. It’s wrapped in plain silver paper with a little pink ribbon tied around it. He slides the ribbon off and works a finger through a seam to rip the paper open. Once he opens the box, he looks at it, not quite sure what it is. It’s some kind of blue leather band, but it’s looped in a spiral.
“If you hate it, I can get something else,” Geralt rushes out before taking it out of the box for him. “I just, uh, I was at the farmer’s market with Lambert and saw this leather maker there. He had a bunch of these bracelets and you could get them customized. It should wrap around your wrist a couple of times, because it fit me and I’m bigger than you.” He looks shy, not meeting Jaskier’s eyes as he hands it back over. Jaskier takes it and turns the band over to see the words stamped into it.
“Pretty Kitty,” Jaskier whispers. Geralt’s favorite term of endearment, burned right into the navy leather. “I love it!” he exclaims, trying to put it on himself and failing miserably.
“No, it goes on the inside,” Geralt says, laughing as he leans over to help. The band does indeed wrap around his wrist twice before securing with a snap. It might take some practice, but he should be able to get it on himself next time. “It’s uh, well…I didn’t want to share it, you know? It’s on the inside so it’s pressed against your skin, just for the two of us to know.”
“You’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met,” Jaskier rushes out before climbing into Geralt’s lap. The bag of candy falls to the floor, no doubt scattering all over, but who could care when they’re busy being kissed by such a lovely man?
They’re laughing into the kiss, both scrambling to stay on the couch with how forcefully Jaskier sat on him. Geralt scoots back against the cushions and Jaskier chases his mouth, kissing him properly once they settle in. He tastes like wine, and Jaskier chases the flavor, licking past his lips and deepening the kiss. Geralt sighs into his mouth, their tongues sliding together as they get lost in it. Geralt cups his ass and holds him in place when Jaskier tries to rock down against him. He gets the hint and keeps things slow. They kiss lazily, time forgotten, and Jaskier’s last coherent thought is how much he likes this stupid holiday now.
Explicit. Warnings: Pet play, Dom/sub undertones, subspace, collars, anal plug, anal sex, oral sex, rough sex, dirty talk. 2,200 words
Geralt/Jaskier
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Jaskier can already feel himself slipping into his kitten space, but he pushes it off as much as he can. Geralt doesn't like when he goes into subspace on his own, and now he realizes how dangerous it was when he did so in the past. Thankfully he has a great partner now, and Geralt takes such good care of him. Tonight is supposed to be a little present to show him how much Jaskier adores him, though it's going to be fun for him, too.
He fixes his headband before leaping off the bed, landing on all fours like a proper cat should. He shakes his hips, moving his tail plug around, and the soft faux fur slides smoothly over the back of his legs. Satisfied that everything is in place, he slowly makes his way to their front door, tail swinging behind him. Geralt should be home soon, but he still has time to get in position.
Jaskier stops a few feet back from the front door, wanting to be the only thing Geralt sees when he opens it. He kneels up, sitting on his heels before balling up his fists and holding them up in front of his chests. It's his classic paws up pose, and one of Geralt's favorites. He shivers, already anticipating his partner's reaction when he gets home.
It doesn't take a mirror to know he looks damn good right now. Jaskier is naked except for his kitten gear. His headband is new - a holiday gift to himself - and though it's more playful than his usual style, he knows it looks good. The soft kitten ears are bright red with white inside, and the tail is candy cane striped to match. He should feel ridiculous, but he just feels pretty and festive instead.
The impromptu collar he made feels heavy like a brand around his neck, and he knows he will have to bring up buying something permanent together soon. He never feels like anything but Geralt's when they're playing like this, but a constant reminder of ownership would make things even hotter. He forces himself to open his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them. He's going under faster than anticipated, but it's easy knowing Geralt will be home any minute now.
Jaskier is buzzing with anticipation by the time the door swings open. He looks up at Geralt through his long lashes, holding back a smirk when his lover's eyes go wide and he tosses his keys and coat on the floor in his rush to slam the door behind him. Jaskier is a good kitten, not moving even a little while Geralt takes him in.
"What a nice surprise," Geralt finally says, shaking his head as if to clear it. And no, that simply won't do. That's not what tonight is about. Jaskier meows loudly and tilts his head back to show off the red ribbon tied carefully around his neck.
His heartbeat picks up as Geralt's thick fingers caress his neck, his thumb brushing over Jaskier's pulse point before lifting the tag attached to the make-shift collar. The little silver jingle bell chimes, and Jaskier has to hold in a laugh. It's louder than any kitten-themed bell he's worn before. Perhaps he should have tested that out, but it's not like fucking with the sound of jingle bells in his ears will make it any less fun.
"Naughty," Geralt reads, drawing out the word. "Is that right? I came home to a naughty kitty?" He places two fingers against Jaskier's lips, easily pressing them inside with no resistance. Jaskier sighs, the heavy press of Geralt's fingers on his tongue grounding him. Fuck, he didn’t realized how much he needed this.
Jaskier feels his mind slowing down, like gears getting coated with honey, and he blinks up at Geralt slowly. Geralt stares back at him, a warm look on his face, and Jaskier feels so fucking safe he could cry. He greedily sucks on Geralt's fingers, not bothering to be subtle about what he actually wants. Geralt lets him keep at it until he's drooling, spit slowly sliding down his chin as his eyes glaze over.
"You need more to keep that mouth busy, don't you?" Geralt asks, a growl on the edge of his voice. Jaskier can't speak, not like this, but he starts humming in his version of a purr, knowing Geralt will get the hint. "Such a messy kitty," he adds, clicking his tongue as he pulls his fingers back. Jaskier falls forward slightly, chasing the feeling of being so full. But then he realizes he's supposed to be good, - and oh how he wants to be good - so he sits back on his heels and waits for instructions.
It shifts the plug in his ass, and Jaskier clenches around it, whining as sparks shoot through him. Geralt maintains eye contact, wetting his lips as he unzips his trousers and shoves them down just far enough to get himself out. It feels like Jaskier's heart is going to beat right out of his chest as he watches his lover stroke himself, slowly hardening under his own touch. Jaskier longs to be the one doing that, but his paws are useless when he's like this. Instead, he sits there, ever so good, until Geralt taps him on the mouth gently.
"That's it, open up for me sweetheart," Geralt murmurs as he moves forward. He holds the head of his cock just out of reach, and Jaskier is practically gagging for it. He wants to move, wants to swallow him down, but he can do this. He can be good. "So perfect for me," Geralt whispers, and Jaskier's heart soars.
And then he moves forward, slowly feeding Jaskier his cock. Jaskier's whole world dissolves down to salt and musk and the heavy weight of Geralt's prick on his tongue. Still, he doesn't move, just lets Geralt buck his hips, using him for his own pleasure. A familiar peace falls over him, and he finally gives in completely, letting his kitten space take over.
It's so easy to let go, to lose himself in the feeling of Geralt fucking his face. He's floating, body buzzing as Geralt thrusts in and out of him. His own cock throbs lightly, but it’s more of an afterthought. This is for Geralt, not him.
His eyes threaten to flutter closed, but he manages to keep them open, manages to stare up at Geralt as he's used to brilliantly. Shaking his hips, he moves his fluffy tail around behind him, and Geralt slams into him roughly a few more times before pulling out. He rubs the wet head of his cock over Jaskier's lower lip, pre-come making a mess of him, and Jaskier hums in happiness.
"You didn't get all prettied up for me to spill in this lovely mouth of yours, did you?" Geralt asks, and Jaskier tilts his head, rubbing against his palm. He shimmies his hips again, and Geralt takes notice this time. "Let's get you to the bedroom," he says, but Jaskier hisses. He moves forward, rubbing his forehead against Geralt's calf, trying to make him realize what he wants, what he needs.
Geralt drops to his knees and studies him, his golden-flecked eyes roaming over Jaskier's face. Ever the helpful pet, Jaskier tilts his head and jingles the bell on his collar. With a chuckle, Geralt seems to put the pieces together. "You're naughty tonight. Nice kittens get fucked in a bed. You want me to take you right here? Fuck you three feet from the door like a slut in heat?"
A moan rips out of him, and Jaskier sways, nearly falling into Geralt. Somehow, he's able to stay upright, even though it feels like his limbs have gone limp. He meows, and Geralt cups his cheek, letting him rub against his warm palm again. His other hand comes up and he scratches Jaskier behind his headband, giving him some ear scritches.
"Tail up, then."
Jaskier shudders and scurries to obey, spinning around and practically throwing himself down on the floor. He presses his forehead against the carpet and arches his back, shoving his ass up in the air. Geralt's large hands move over his back, soothing him before cupping his ass. There's a pause, and Jaskier almost whines again, desperate for attention, but then Geralt taps on the plug in his ass and he howls as fire dances up his spine.
Geralt teases him, pressing a thumb against his stretched rim, tracing where his body swallows up the plug. His tail hangs over his hip, the soft fur adding to the overwhelming amount of sensations flowing over him. He doesn't go easy, alternating between tapping the blunt base of the plug and tugging on Jaskier's tail to make him whimper. He taunts him, working the toy halfway out before shoving it back inside.
By the time he deems Jaskier ready, he's about to melt into the floor beneath him. There's a stinging in his knees, and some part of him knows he'll have rug burn after this, but his mind is too far gone to care. He pushes back, looking for more, and Geralt punishes him for it with a sharp slap on his ass. He cries out and presses his head deeper into the carpet, letting the sting of the hit wash over him.
Just when he thinks he can't feel anything more than he already does, Geralt pulls the toy out of him, dragging a broken moan from his chest. He hears it thud on the carpet next to him but is too far gone to focus on it. Geralt says something, but the words don't make sense. He feels sluggish, like he's floating and falling at the same time, and he waits for Geralt to repeat himself.
"More lube?" he finally hears, not knowing how many times his owner has had to repeat himself. He hisses and shoves his hips back, hoping Geralt understands him. He opened himself up for what seems like hours earlier, and he wants to feel his lover tonight. Geralt normally pampers him, spending way too long stretching him, and he's more than open enough to take him like he is. "Right, naughty," Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier hears the rustle of fabric behind him.
When he moves in again, it's clear Geralt has shoved his trousers down to his knees and his bare thighs hit the back of Jaskier's. He whines and pushes back, but Geralt whispers something soothing and runs a hand down his spine a few times, grounding him. As inpatient as he is for this, Jaskier settles himself somehow and holds still.
Only then does Geralt rub the leaking head of his dick against Jaskier's slicked up hole. He wants to buck back, wants to bury his owner in his ass, but he waits for it like the good boy that he is. After a moment of teasing, Geralt pushes past his rim, slowly sinking inside of him. It's hard to think, hard to remember how to breathe, but Jaskier somehow manages both as he's filled so perfectly.
His face is wet, and he realizes he's drooling on the carpet. With a whine, he tries to pick up his head, but that's the moment Geralt starts to fuck him. He starts in short, rough thrusts, and Jaskier howls as he quickly gets used to the rhythm. He feels wonderful, like he's so fucking full, and it's all he can do to hold his hips up as Geralt starts to drill into him.
And then there are no thoughts, only feelings.
Geralt fucks him harshly, nails digging into his hips and grunting as they move together. Gone is his gentle lover, and in his place is a powerful beast of a man, working him over in the best way possible. It's more than Jaskier had ever hoped for. He cries into the carpet as his legs start to shake, hoping he can hold this position as long as his owner needs him to. The bright sound of the noise bell attached to his collar fills the air, jostled with every slam of Geralt’s body into his.
He's an absolute mess, all drool and tears and whines as Geralt plows into him. It's so fucking perfect he can hardly stand it. His own neglected cock hangs ignored and heavy between his thighs, no doubt dripping pre-come all over the floor. He has a brief flash of being forced to lick it up later, and it's enough to make him shoot off, coming with a shocked howl.
His legs finally give out, but Geralt holds him up, his thrusts stuttering as he chases his own release. Jaskier's body goes limp, but his mind is blank, not a single thought floating in his normally busy head.
And then Geralt finishes, shouting as he fills Jaskier with hot bursts of come. it feels like he's flooding him with it, like his belly will be heavy and full by the time he's done, and Jaskier whines at how perfect it feels. There are lips on his skin, kisses shakily pressed between his shoulder blades, but Jaskier is too far under to respond. He keeps humming, his mind pleasantly free of any weighty thoughts.
"My perfect naughty kitten," Geralt praises him softly, and Jaskier preens as the words flow over him.
I'm having a rough time with eating post surgery, and the lovely @mistahkato saw me struggling and drew some kitten Jaskier art to help cheer me up. I am so touched and just love it so much. They gave me the go ahead to share it with all of you, because I can't hold back something this adorable. I'm going to shut up before I cry again 💟
Jaskier steps out of the shower and dries off as quickly as he can. He hopes he didn't take too long, but the thought of sitting around without freshening up after a long day at work was just too much for him. It should feel weird that Geralt is perfectly happy to chill on his couch and wait for him, but things have been going really well lately. He thinks about the hours he’d spent last week looking for a larger apartment and wonders if it’s time to bring up moving in together. Things are so perfect that he hates to upset the balance, but he’d love to wake up wrapped around Geralt every morning.
Still, he shouldn't leave Geralt alone too long. He runs a brush through his hair and does his best to dry it with the towel before giving up and figuring it's warm enough in his apartment to let it air-dry. He wraps the towel around his hips and heads towards his bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he spots Geralt sitting in the middle of his bed with one of his kitten play sets in front of him. It's Jaskier's favorite - a gorgeous powder blue that brings out his eyes - and is one of the few sets he has with an actual plug for the tail.
"You seem stressed," Geralt offers, smiling shyly as Jaskier steps into the room. "I figured I could help, plus I just like seeing you pretty like this." His cheeks darken and it's all Jaskier can do not to jump him right now. He could spend hours letting Geralt call him pretty, and hopes that is how the evening will go.
"How purely altruistic of you," Jaskier teases, just to see Geralt redden more. "But yeah, I would love to shut everything off for a bit. Thanks for picking what you'd like me in. I...it's stupid, but I like knowing you have a preference."
"If you like it, we can discuss having me pick things out each time? I'm never sure how far you want to go down the sub rabbit hole. But yeah, let's talk about that later. For now, just one question for you: do you want help getting dressed or not?" Geralt asks, and Jaskier can't suppress the shivers that run through him. He normally gets ready on his own, but the thought of Geralt's thick fingers opening him up for the plug is too good to pass up.
"I...yeah, I want help," Jaskier answers, tripping over his words in his rush to drop the towel and climb onto the bed. Geralt looks him up and down, and Jaskier's cock starts to chub up already. He knows Geralt won't let him off easy - won't let him come for ages - but the treat of his fingers is just too much to say no to. Once he sinks into subspace, he won't care as much, anyway.
Geralt drags him into his lap and catches his mouth in a rough kiss. Jaskier's already gone from zero to sixty in ten seconds flat, and he grinds down on Geralt's thigh, seeking friction as their tongues slide together. Only Geralt stops him, growling as he holds his hips steady, and Jaskier just whines as he's already denied what he wants. Still, he lets Geralt nips at his bottom lip and only pouts a little when they break apart.
"Don't get bratty on me," Geralt warns. Jaskier deepens his pout to see what will happen and is pleased when Geralt swats him lightly on the ass. "I mean it. Show me what a good boy you can be, yeah? Good boys get more kisses." Jaskier makes a show of contemplating his next move, but ends up sitting back on his heels and placing his palms on his thighs like they both knew he would. He pushes boundaries, but he aims to be good.
Geralt scoots back so he's leaning against the headboard and gestures for Jaskier to follow. There's not a lot of distance to cover, but Jaskier knows what Geralt likes, so he drops to his hands and knees and slowly crawls up the bed. Geralt groans and pats his thighs, and Jaskier can already see his slacks tenting. He loves being the one to turn Geralt on like this, and smiles as he slides into his lap again.
Geralt cups Jaskier's cheek in one hand and nuzzles him, brushing their noses together before kissing him gently. He doesn't let Jaskier deepen it, but he rubs his cheek against Jaskier's as he pulls back and smiles so wide that the corners of his eyes crinkle. He reaches under the pillow and then holds up the lube triumphantly. He flicks it open and dribbles some on his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up.
"Sit up for me, love? Lean on me if you need too," Geralt tells him, and Jaskier places his hands on Geralt's shoulders and lifts up. He tucks his face against Geralt's neck, breathing in the spicy scent of him, and waits for Geralt to stop teasing and to open him up already.
Only it's Geralt so of course he doesn't get his wish. The man is an utter tease, and Jaskier loves him for it. Most of the time, anyway. Right now he could do without it. Geralt finally slides his fingers between Jaskier's cheeks, but just slowly traces circles against his hole, refusing to dip inside. Jaskier bites on his cheek and tries not to make too much noise.
Geralt brushes his thumb against his entrance, and Jaskier squirms, finally whining as he tries to shove back against it. Geralt chuckles lightly and finally - finally! - gives him what he wants. The first fingertip breaches him, and Jaskier's eyelids flutter closed on their own. He wants to roll his hips, but he can do this, he can be good for Geralt. He fights the urge to move and is rewarded with the finger sinking deeper and deeper until it's buried fully.
It's dizzying and excruciating at the same time. Jaskier wants to move, wants to fuck himself on the thick finger, but he knows Geralt will pull out completely if he can't be patient. Sucking in a breath, he focuses on Geralt's muscles beneath his palms to ground himself. His reward is another finger, and he can't help but keen as it slowly slips inside of him. Geralt's fingers are so much larger than his own, and he lives for this. Fuck, they're barely done anything and he's already trembling. How is he going to last all night?
"You can do it," Geralt murmurs, "I know you can." And Jaskier realizes he must have said that last bit out loud. He pulls back just enough so that he can look up at Geralt and nearly gets lost in how dark his eyes look. It's good to know he's not the only one affected here. Jaskier nods, and Geralt takes that as permission to keep moving.
The third finger has his thighs trembling, and Jaskier leans his forehead against Geralt's as he's worked open. He knows this is nothing compared to the stretch of Geralt's cock, but it's been a few days and he's apparently overly sensitive about it. Fuck, he shouldn't go this long being empty. Geralt curls his fingers, and Jaskier cries out as pre-come beads at the tip of his cock. Every shift of Geralt's fingers sends lightning down his spine, and he can tell Geralt is loving every second of it.
"I think you're ready for your tail," Geralt mumbles, and Jaskier nods frantically, still fighting the urge to fuck himself back against Geralt's hand. He clings to Geralt and hears the telltale click of Geralt opening the lube with one hand. He forces his eyes open, whining as Geralt slides his fingers from him and leaves him feeling even emptier. But then he watches with wide eyes as Geralt coats the silver plug with lube, being careful not to get any on the light blue fur.
And then there’s that sweet pressure against his hole again, and Geralt teases him with the tip of the plug, rubbing against his sensitive skin before finally pushing it inside of him. It goes slowly - so fucking slowly - and Jaskier clings to Geralt, burying his face against his shoulder as Geralt works the toy inside of him.
The stretch around the widest part burns so beautifully, and then it pops past his rim and his body sucks the rest of the toy inside. Geralt mumbles praise at him, but Jaskier can’t focus on the words. All he can feel is the stretch of the plug where it’s seated inside of him and the brush of the fluffy tail against the back of his thighs. He shivers and realizes Geralt is still talking to him.
“Need you to focus, Jask,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier pulls back to blink at him. He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts enough that he can pay attention. “That’s it. Such a good boy,” Geralt tells him, and Jaskier preens under his heated gaze. “If you make me repeat myself again, you’ll get the cock ring, and I don’t think you want that, do you?”
Jaskier shakes his head no and paws at Geralt’s chest, smiling when he laughs and runs a hand through Jaskier’s hair. His fingers feel so good as he scratches Jaskier’s scalp, petting him while Jaskier forces himself to keep his eyes locked on Geralt’s. He really doesn’t want the ring tonight.
“I asked if you want a little treat before we watch the movie you picked out,” Geralt asks, chuckling when Jaskier eagerly paws at his chest in agreement. “Can you hold off coming until I tell you to? I promise I’ll let you come after I do, but I want to see how good you can be for me. Words please.”
“Yes,” Jaskier pants out, his throat already dry as all the blood rushes to his ignored cock. It twitches as Geralt eyes him up and down and then nudges him gently.
“I hoped so,” Geralt replies with a chuckle. “Hands and knees for me, kitten. I want your thighs tonight.”
It’s almost comical how quickly Jaskier scrambles to comply, moving into position like the good kitten that he is. He’s rewarded by a scratch behind his ears followed by Geralt’s warm hands running up and down his back. Shivering, he does his best to stay still and wait for further instructions. His owner will take care of him, he always does.
Geralt’s large hands press Jaskier’s thighs together with a whispered, “hold them together for me, love” that sends sparks down his spine. Jaskier bows his head and focuses on keeping his thighs nice and tight for Geralt. He hears the sound of Geralt slicking himself up, and then his tail is moved to the side, making way for Geralt to slide behind him.
The first press of Geralt’s cock against his legs makes him whine, and Jaskier fights the instinct to spread his legs and beg to be fucked instead. He’ll get that later - Geralt promised him - so now he just needs to be good and do what he’s told. Geralt shoves his way between Jaskier’s thighs, the lube making it easy to slide between the sensitive skin.
“That’s it, steady, Jask,” Geralt growls, and Jaskier realizes he’s shaking with the struggle to stay as still as possible. He sucks in a breath and lets out a hum, purring as Geralt starts to move. His cock is hot and hard as he fucks his thighs, and Jaskier loves the feeling of it pressed against his skin. His own neglected cock hangs wet and heavy beneath him, and Geralt slides against the underside of it with each thrust of his hips.
They fall into an easy rhythm, Jaskier focusing on holding himself up as Geralt slams his hips against him. Of course then Geralt has to throw a wrench into it, playfully tugging on Jaskier’s tail as he ruts against him. It sends sparks through Jaskier’s core, the cool metal plug hitting his prostate just right and dragging a moan out of him.
He has no idea how long they move like that, Geralt fucking his thighs while pulling on his tail, tugging the plug against his swollen rim. All he knows is the pleasure that threatens to drown him, Geralt’s broken grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin. His orgasm builds, but he holds back, forcing his body to stay on the edge until Geralt gives him permission.
A long broken sound fills the room, and it takes him a minute to realize the pathetic whining he hears is his own voice. He forces his eyes open and tries to stop making noise, but he’s too far gone for that. Geralt doesn’t seem to mind, just keeps moving against him, their bodies rocking together so perfectly.
“You can come when I do. Touch yourself,” Geralt tells him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Jaskier’s hips as he fucks him harder. Jaskier rushes to get a hand around himself, fucking into his fist in sharp thrusts. It doesn’t take long, just a few more stuttering rolls of his hips before Geralt comes with a shout, painting Jaskier’s thighs and stomach with his seed.
Just the hot splashes against him is enough to send him over the edge, and Jaskier comes with a hiss, his whole body going taut as he comes for what feels like hours. Geralt works him through it, rubbing his thighs and telling him how fucking good he looks like this.
He feels completely empty when he collapses onto the bed, too gone to care about staying out of their combined mess. Thankfully, Geralt still has his wits about him and rolls Jaskier onto his back before sprawling half on top of him. They lay there panting, Jaskier’s version of a purr filling the room while Geralt clings to him.
It’s so easy to feel taken care of, to feel loved and wanted when Geralt is laying with him like this. Jaskier knows they’ll need to clean up - especially if Geralt still plans on watching a movie on the couch - but for now he deserves to just be held for a bit. It’s the perfect start to the night, and he can’t wait to see what else is in store.
Artwork commissioned by @journeythroughunknownlands
This is a collaboration I did with @mistahkato for the @thepassifloradiscord Soft Tummy Week event. They were so much fun to work with, and I hope you like the results. Their art is here and I'll link it again at the end.
The prompt was: Pet Play and this takes place in my Kitten Play verse.
Teen. Warnings: Kitten Play. 2,400 words
Geraskier
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Moving, as it turns out, is every bit as hellish as Jaskier remembered. He feels like he’s been running at full steam all day long, and he can already tell he’s going to wake up sore tomorrow. But as Geralt sets the last box down in the spare bedroom - their spare bedroom - he knows it’s worth every aching muscle.
“Unpacking can wait,” Jaskier tells him before walking over and wrapping his arms around his neck, crossing his wrists behind him. Geralt settles his hands on Jaskier’s hips, grinning at him as they sway lightly together.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m way too tired to even think about christening the new apartment tonight,” Geralt says, chuckling when Jaskier pulls a face at him.
“Tomorrow sounds fantastic, actually,” Jaskier agrees. He’s so in love it hurts, but he’s dead on his feet right now. Even with the help of everyone they could recruit, moving out of two apartments in one day was a lot to handle. “Let’s order the pizza we promised, and maybe our movers will leave us to settle in once they’re fed. I foresee a hot shower and some couch cuddling in our future.”
“Submitted it on the app before I brought this box in,” Geralt says, and Jaskier could just kiss him.
So he does. Geralt hums as their mouths meet, parting his lips under the press of Jaskier’s tongue. There’s no real heat behind it, just a gentle familiarity that has Jaskier sighing into the kiss. Geralt nips at him playfully, and Jaskier gasps before pulling back. They stand there for a long moment, ignoring the sounds of their friends out in the living room, and just hold each other.
But then Jaskier’s stomach growls, and he steps back with a giggle. “Ok, we’ll have time to be cute later. Right now I’m starving. Pizza should be here soon, so let’s find the bag we put the paper plates and chips in.”
“I ordered a salad, too,” Geralt mumbles, and Jaskier tilts his head waiting for an explanation. When it doesn’t come, he reaches out and pokes Geralt in the chest, raising his eyebrows at him. His boyfriend flushes and looks away before adding, “I’ve kinda put on some weight lately, so I figured it would be good for me.”
“If you’ve packed it on, I can’t see where,” Jaskier tells him quickly, but Geralt just frowns and taps his own stomach. And yeah, Jaskier can tell there’s a bit more padding covering his abs, but he’s still the sexiest person Jaskier has ever met. It looks good on him. “Well, I love your tummy, and I’m always right. So let’s forget about this nonsense and go feed our friends so they fuck off and let us shower.”
“Fine, but I’m still going to talk to Lambert about his gym,” Geralt says, and Jaskier shakes his head before taking his hand and dragging him from the room. Honestly, this man is ridiculous. Geralt is super strong and sinfully gorgeous. Jaskier will have to remind him later.
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Jaskier adores his friends, but he is so happy to see them leave and take their chaos with them. He closes the door after the last stragglers leave and slumps back against it. Looking around the apartment - so many boxes to unpack! - makes him want to curl up and sleep for days. But Geralt is already digging around in the boxes labeled bathroom and he pulls out a couple of towels with a triumphant shout.
“I even found your fancy shampoo on the first try!” he says happily, holding up the silver shampoo bar tin. Jaskier snorts and pushes off the door, letting momentum carry him when he wants to sag.
“Lush is nice, but hardly what I’d call fancy,” Jaskier says with a giggle. He accepts the tin with a smile, though, and lets Geralt guide him towards their new bathroom.
Truth be told, it’s probably the reason they went with this apartment over some of the others. The shower is absolutely gigantic, and there’s a free-standing tub to soak in as well. Geralt is bulkier than him, but Jaskier is hardly small, and a shower that can fit both of them is hard to find. Geralt starts the water, and they both start methodically stripping. Jaskier knows he’s tired, because normally he’d put on a little tease of a show, but tonight he doesn’t have it in him.
“Yeah, you’re falling asleep on your feet,” Geralt says, laughing when Jaskier flips him off. “Get in, bad boy. Let’s make this quick and then we can watch something mindless to unwind before bed.”
“I’ll show you bad boy,” Jaskier mumbles, but there’s no fire behind it. Instead, he sticks out his tongue and steps through the shower door. Geralt follows him, darting forward to press a quick kiss against the freckles spread across his shoulder blades. Jaskier hums happily before stepping under the spray.
He wets his hair first, hating to wash it this late in the day, but he needs the dirt from moving off of him. When he opens his eyes, Geralt is smiling softly at him, and his chest pulls tight in a good way. Moving in together is really one of the best things he’s ever done. He just knows it’s only going to get better.
“May I?” Geralt asks, holding up the bright purple shampoo bar. Jaskier nods and turns around to give his boyfriend access. Geralt isn’t normally musical, but he starts humming under his breath, the deep sound echoing off the walls of the shower. He works the bar over Jaskier’s hair and the scent of lavender and lime floods the air around them.
“You should quit your job and become a hair stylist, because your fingers are fucking amazing,” Jaskier murmurs, a soft moan escaping as Geralt digs his fingers into his scalp.
“Nah, I’d only do this for you,” he whispers back, and Jaskier is so happy he could cry. For a few minutes, all he knows is the feeling of Geralt’s hands in his hair and the sweet scents surrounding them. Then Geralt pats him lightly, nudging him to turn back under the spray.
“My turn!” he says once the suds are gone, and Geralt hands over his own shampoo with a grin. Jaskier pops the top and squirts some into his palm, working up a lather while Geralt wets his hair. Knowing his boyfriend, the shampoo is ridiculously expensive, and it smells vaguely of coconut. It suits him.
Once his hair is wet, Geralt turns and leans his head back for Jaskier. He starts singing while he works the lather into the long strands, some old Florence + The Machine song he forgot the name of. Geralt doesn’t seem to mind, just sighs as Jaskier rubs his scalp and washes his hair. He knows they won’t normally shower together, but he really could get used to this kind of gentle intimacy.
“All set,” Jaskier whispers, not wanting to break the mood. Geralt ducks back under the showerhead and Jaskier soaps himself up. They take turns rinsing off, falling into a giggle fit when Jaskier missteps and slips, needing to grab Geralt for support. It’s the only mistake, though, and they make it out of the shower unscathed.
As he dries off, Jaskier watches Geralt, knowing full well he has a goofy smile on his face. He’s so in love that it’s stupid, but he can’t bring himself to care. This man is perfect for him, and he doesn’t care how lovesick that makes him look. And by the way Geralt beams back at him from across the room, he knows he doesn’t care either.
He leaves Geralt in the bathroom to mess with his hair and pads his way down the hallway to their bedroom. Thankfully Eskel insisted on helping them make the bed before he left, knowing full well how exhausted they would be. It still amazes him how well his friends and Geralt’s family slotted together so well, but it just makes him that much more sure of this whole thing.
It takes a minute to find a box labeled Jaskier’s clothes, but he lucks out and it holds his pajamas. He grabs a pair of shorts and an old worn out tee, sighing happily as he slides into them. Yes, tonight is definitely a night for comfort.
With that thought in mind, he pokes around some more, looking for the box with his kitten gear in it. Well…boxes. He might have gone a bit overboard once Geralt got so involved in his play. He’ll never want for ear and tail sets, that’s for sure! He grabs a calico set, one that he hasn’t worn as much for some reason. It’s a shame, because the white and brown and orange look so good with his skin tones.
His hair is mostly dry, the ends curling just a bit, and Jaskier grins at himself in the mirror as he sets the headband on his head. The tail is one that ties around his waist, and once it’s on he can’t help turning to the side and preening in the mirror attached to their dresser. He’s damn cute, and he knows it.
He hops up on the bed so he can get a better look at his tail, kneeling on top of their comforter and twisting so the long calico tail is visible in the mirror. It’s so soft that he can’t help reaching down and stroking it, humming as the fluffy fur moves through his fingers. He’s so lost in his head that he doesn’t see Geralt enter the room.
“How’s my narcissistic little kitten, then?” Geralt asks, laughing when Jaskier turns to frown at him. “Oh hush. You’re adorable and you know it. I’m allowed to tease you now, one of the rules of living with me.”
His cheeks heat up at the words, and Jaskier knows all his emotions are written on his face right now. He’d care more, but he loves Geralt and the man deserves to know how happy he is about it. Geralt steps closer, cupping his cheeks before leaning in for a chaste kiss. He’s still warm from the shower, and Jaskier leans into him, chasing that heat as he presses their mouths together.
“It’s just for comfort tonight, right? Because I wasn’t kidding about being too tired for sex,” Geralt asks when he pulls back, and Jaskier answers with a nod. Geralt presses a lingering kiss against his forehead and lowers his hand to scratch behind Jaskier’s fake ears. He sighs at the light touch, already slipping into his kitten headspace.
Geralt grabs him under the thighs and lifts him, and Jaskier can’t help letting out a small squeak. His boyfriend just chuckles at him and starts carrying him towards their living room. He nuzzles Geralt’s shoulder and revels in the feeling of being cared for like this.
When they reach the couch, Geralt sets him down slowly and watches him stretch and circle around with a smile. Once he’s comfortable, Geralt sits down against the arm of the sofa with one knee bent and one foot along the back of the couch. It leaves Jaskier plenty of space, and he doesn’t waste time crawling over to him.
It always throws him a little that Geralt loves him back. The man is far too insecure for someone who looks this gorgeous. His hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and Jaskier knows it will be wavy tomorrow. Little tendrils hang down and frame his face, and Jaskier has to fight down the urge to bat at them. He’s behaving tonight, he really is.
His mind is mostly fuzzy at this point, but he remembers Geralt complaining about the weight he’d put on earlier. He dips his head down and nuzzles his bare stomach before covering it in little kitten licks. Geralt makes some kind of indignant noise, but Jaskier ignores him, because this is important. He rubs his forehead against the soft skin, claiming Geralt as his own.
How could anyone not love such a sweet man? Why would a little extra padding on his tummy make anyone think any less of him. Humans are weird, he supposes. Jaskier starts to hum - his version of a purr - and reaches out to get his paws on Geralt’s belly. He stretches out his fingers, kneading the soft skin like dough, and purrs louder.
“Hey! That’s, you don’t need to,” Geralt mumbles, and Jaskier looks up at him, blinking as the words wash over him but don’t really sink in. He has no clue what Geralt sees on his face, but his shocked expression turns warm, and Jaskier knows he’s made his point. “Fine, make all the fucking biscuits you want, you adorable menace,” Geralt grumbles, but his tone is light.
Taking that for the invitation that it is, Jaskier makes himself comfortable, poking and prodding at Geralt’s stomach. He feels a hand in his hair, scritching beneath his cat ears, and he purrs before leaning into it. Time loses meaning, and he focuses on stretching his paws and touching his boyfriend. After what seems like ages, Geralt clears his throat and nudges him back a little.
“Sorry, Jask, but my foot’s falling asleep. Let me get more comfortable and then we can watch one more episode before bed,” he says somewhat sheepishly. Jaskier meows in response and edges away so Geralt can move. He ends up with a thigh against the arm of the couch and one foot on the floor. With a snap of his fingers, he lets Jaskier know he’s ready.
Jaskier crawls into the space Geralt made for him, stretching and rustling around a bit before settling on his back with his head resting on Geralt’s thigh. He leaves a paw on Geralt’s warm stomach, not bothering him this time, but just letting it rest there so he knows how much he loves him exactly how he is. He curls the other around Geralt’s side, wanting to touch as much skin as he can.
Geralt bends down and kisses the top of his head before turning the tv back on. Jaskier has no clue what they’re watching, but he doesn’t even look at the tv, just lets the sound of it flow over him while he looks up at Geralt. He’s content as a cat in the cream, cuddled up with Geralt while he runs his fingers through Jaskier’s hair. As he plays with his tail, he thinks how awesome this shared apartment is going to be.
