Mouth to Mouth: Chapter 7
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Lamskier, Lambert x Jaskier
Rating: M
Tag warnings: Anal fingering, anal sex,
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Lambert growled in frustration as he tried to maintain the speed limit on the way to his place. Jaskier had a hard time keeping his hands to himself as he palmed at the front of Lambert’s jeans. “Fuck Jaskier… I’m not going to last if you keep--” Lambert grunted as he jerked the wheel, almost missing the turn onto his street.
Jaskier giggled as he moved his hand to his thigh, “Sorry, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I couldn’t help myself.”
Lambert knew it was a straight shot from here to his house. He fought the urge to speed down the neighborhood road. Safety first.
It was a few agonizing minutes later when they pulled into his driveway. Lambert barely had a chance to unbuckle his seatbelt before Jaskier was on him. Jaskier crawled onto Lambert’s lap as his tongue dived into his mouth. Lambert couldn’t believe how perfect Jaskier felt against him.
He wrapped his hands around Jaskier’s pert ass and squeezed, drawing a moan from the younger man. He carried Jaskier with him as he exited his car, wrapping his arms around his waist. Jaskier kissed along his neck as he made his way up the driveway, and to his front door. He propped Jaskier against it as he ground his hips against him.
“Fuck… just take me right here,” Jaskier groaned.
A shiver ran down Jaskier’s spine at the sound of Lambert’s deep chuckle, “Almost there.” Lambert made quick work of the door and Lambert was bounding up the stairs two at a time as Jaskier clung to him. Jaskier squeaked as Lambert tossed him onto his bed. He had very little time to take in his surroundings before his attention was directed to Lambert removing his shirt and crawling onto the bed after him.
Jaskier swore as he licked his lips, and worked on prying off his own clothes, starting with his annoyingly tight trousers. Lambert watched as he removed his own jeans at a teasingly slow pace. Jaskier kicked his pants off, flinging them to the floor, his erection tenting his boxer briefs. He huffed at Lambert to pick up the pace, “I don’t… I don’t want to go first.”
Jaskier could feel his face warming as Lambert gazed at him. He chewed his bottom lip nervously. A brief moment of seriousness passed over Lambert as he kissed Jaskier’s anxiety away. He ran his hand along Jaskier’s thigh soothingly and nodded, “I’ll get completely naked first, but just know, I’m going to like whatever I see.”
Jaskier nodded, and felt a bit better as he watched Lambert finish undressing. His eyes ran down his chiseled abs, following the defined ‘V’ that directed perfectly to the unveiling of his groin. Lambert got off the bed for a moment to pull the rest of his clothes off. Jaskier took a sharp intake of breath as he watched Lambert’s erect cock spring free.
“It’s perfect,” Jaskier sighed happily. His face immediately reddened as he realized what he said. He groaned as he covered his face and flopped back onto the mattress, “Oh Melitele, just kill me now.”
Lambert chuckled as he climbed back onto the bed, “Ask her later, I’d much rather have sex with you if you don’t mind.”
Jaskier squeaked as Lambert was suddenly on top of him and kissing him again. He mumbled against his lips, “Alright… I guess I can delay my death by embarrassment a bit.”
“Good,” Lambert smirked. He hooked a finger over the top of Jaskier’s boxer briefs, “Ready for these to come off or do you want to get rid of your shirt first?”
Jaskier swore when he realized he had forgotten to remove his shirt. He quickly undid the buttons, almost ready to rip his shirt off with how long it was taking. “I’m usually better at this, I promise. You just… I get so flustered around you.”
Lambert hummed as he watched Jaskier throw his shirt across the room, “I know what you mean.” He snaked a hand behind Jaskier’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. “You make me feel the same way.”
Jaskier wrapped his arms around Lambert’s neck as they laid back onto the bed. The urgency from earlier had died down, but the heat was still there as Lambert thoroughly fucked his tongue into Jaskier’s mouth.
Jaskier gasped for breath when they finally broke the kiss. He whined with need as he rocked his hips up against Lambert’s, “I find that hard to believe…”
Lambert swore, digging his fingers into Jaskier’s hip as he returned the friction, “Fuck… believe it. You can ask Aiden. I was a mess when I saw you at the bar.”
A pink blush tinted Jaskier’s cheeks as his too perfect blue eyes gazed up at Lambert. He bit his lip nervously, “Really?”
Lambert smiled as he brushed some strands of hair out of Jaskier’s face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Really,” he breathed, “I wanted to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you over the sink.” He kissed Jaskier again, biting and pulling at his lower lip as he did so.
“Fuck… Lambert,” Jaskier keened. He tangled his fingers through Lambert’s curls and wondered why it had taken him so long to do it. “I need you to fuck me.”
Lambert grinned and reached into the nearby nightstand, “I can do that.” He pulled out a couple condoms and some lube. He snapped the waistband of Jaskier’s underwear eliciting a squeak from the younger man. “You’re going to have to remove these before I can,” he grinned.
Jaskier accidentally pulled Lambert’s hair in his nervousness, earning him a groan. “Sorry...” Jaskier mumbled, “can you do it?”
Lambert nodded as he gently ran his hand along Jaskier’s torso, “I can… but we can stop, if you don’t want to continue. It’s not too late. Never in fact. We could be mid-thrust and if you say stop, we stop. Are you sure you want to continue?”
“Fucking hell,” Jaskier never felt more turned on in his entire life, “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more than you right now. Yes, please remove my underwear and fuck me thoroughly into this mattress.”
Lambert squeezed Jaskier’s hip as he swore under his breath, “Alright, but remember--”
Jaskier smiled as he kissed him, “Yes, I know. I promise I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”
Lambert kissed him back as he slipped off his boxer briefs. They continued to kiss as Lambert reached his hand between them and gave Jaskier’s member a few strokes. Jaskier jerked his hips up into the touch as he gasped against his lips. Lambert hummed as he moved to kiss against Jaskier’s neck, “Fuck Jask… you fit so fucking perfect in my hand.”
Jaskier tossed his head back with a groan, “If that’s ah! If that’s a polite way of saying my-- fuck! dick is small…”
Lambert shook his head as he spread Jaskier’s legs and moved his hand down to palm at his ball sack, “I mean it Jaskier, everything about you… you feel so perfect against me.” He positioned his cock between Jaskier’s cheeks and slid his shaft along the cleft. “It’s like you were made for me.”
“Melitel’s fucking tits… please get your fat cock in me now,” Jaskier panted. He gripped his ass cheeks and spread them as he widened his legs farther for Lambert. Lambert almost blew his load right there, seeing Jaskier present himself like that. He quickly opened the bottle of lubricant and poured it generously over his fingers.
Jaskier tilted his hips into the touch as Lambert pressed the first finger against his entrance. He gasped as he felt his finger penetrate him. Lambert slowly pistoned in and out. Jaskier shifted impatiently as the friction soon wasn’t enough. “Another, please,” Jaskier whined.
Lambert laughed and Jaskier didn’t think he could find someone’s laugh to be so attractive, yet here he was feeling waves of heated pleasure wash over him. “I should have known you were an impatient one,” Lambert smirked as he inserted another finger alongside the first.
Jaskier pouted, but it was quickly wiped away as Lambert brushed against his prostate. Jaskier’s body jolted away from the mattress, “Lambert…! Oh fuck, you fucking tease!”
“I’m the tease?” Lambert growled low, “Who came to my class practically begging to be taken in front of all my students?” He crooked his finger more firmly against the sweet spot in Jaskier.
Jaskier’s cock spurted precum as he bucked against him,”Fuck-- You thought that was begging? I’ll show you begging. Please Professor Lambert, fill me to the brim with your thick dick. Pump me full of your hot creamy cum so I’ll feel it dripping down my thighs for days afterward.”
Lambert growled as he spread his fingers, stretching Jaskier open. “Fuck Jask, if that’s what you want I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“Promises, promises,” Jaskier moaned as he moved his hips to thrust Lambert’s fingers deeper.
Lambert gripped Jaskier’s hip with his other hand to still him. He nipped at Jaskier’s neck, “Prep first.”
“Boo,” Jaskier pouted but was then cut off by a moan as Lambert started in with three fingers, opening him wider. He spread more lubricant inside Jaskier. Jaskier groaned as Lambert continued to stretch him open, massaging his insides.
“Almost done,” Lambert murmured against Jaskier’s skin as he placed kisses along his neck.
Jaskier’s eyes fluttered closed as Lambert’s fingers grazed tauntingly against his prostate. “Bastard,” he swore.
Lambert’s laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibration sending a shiver over Jaskier, “You ready for my thick dick?”
Jaskier lifted his head and watched as Lambert opened a condom with his teeth, sliding it carefully over his hardened member. “Please Professor Lambert, teach me about the birds and the bees,” Jaskier smirked as he tilted his hips toward him.
Lambert had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from blowing his load. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me…” Lambert growled. Jaskier wiggled in excitement as Lambert pressed his cock head against his entrance. Jaskier gasped as Lambert pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
He moaned as Lambert continued to slide further in. Lambert rubbed a hand soothingly along Jaskier’s thigh as he paused to give him time to adjust, “Good?”
Jaskier nodded his head, breathing out a reply, “Yes, more, please…”
Lambert chuckled, “Sure thing, I got some left to give.”
Jaskier gripped the sheets, his hips rolling up to meet Lambert’s as he sank deeper. When he was fully sheathed in Jaskier, the latter moaned, “Fuck… so fucking full…”
Lambert swore as he felt Jaskier clench around him, “Still okay?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Jaskier breathed, “move, please…”
Lambert complied, rolling his hips slow and steady, drawing moans out of Jaskier with each thrust. “You feel so fucking good around my cock…” Lambert groaned.
Jaskier’s head tilted back onto the mattress as pleasure shivered along his spine, exposing his neck. Lambert couldn’t help but lean down and suck bruises into the pale column of skin.
Jaskier’s fingers tangled in Lambert’s curls. He praised and cursed Lambert’s name as he was taken closer to the edge. Lambert grunted as Jaskier pulling his hair sent pleasure-pain zipping down his back. “So good for me,” Lambert praised as he angled his hips, seeking a better position to pound into Jaskier’s prostate.
He knew he found it when Jaskier tightened his grip in his hair, his head falling back as he cried out with each thrust against the tender bundle of nerves. “Ah, ah, ah! Yes! There! Fuck!”
Lambert growled, spurred on by Jaskier’s sweet moans, and slammed his hips harder into Jaskier. The lurid sound of skin slapping skin mixing with Jaskier’s wanton cries of pleasure sent Lambert closer to the edge. He gripped Jaskier’s cock, and stroked quickly in time with his thrusts.
“Lambert! I’m-fuck--!” Jaskier’s voice broke as his cock jerked in Lambert’s grip, his hot semen spilling over his hand and Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier clenched around Lambert, his thrusts stuttering as he drew close to his own release. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into the condom.
Lambert panted, resting for a moment before he carefully pulled out of Jaskier, removing and disposing of the condom. He grabbed a towel and gently wiped the mess from Jaskier. Jaskier mumbled a thanks as he attempted to sit up and grab his clothes.
He squeaked in surprise as a shirt was tossed in his face. His brows furrowed as he examined the piece of clothing, “This isn’t mine.”
Lambert scoffed, “Yeah, no shit. I doubt it would be comfortable sleeping in your tight fitting clothes. You can borrow that.”
Jaskier blushed as he held the shirt tightly to his chest, “You want… I can… you’re not asking me to leave?”
Lambert pulled a threadbare t-shirt over his own head, one he most likely only wore to bed since Jaskier hadn’t ever seen him in anything remotely shabby before. Lambert huffed as he crawled under the covers, “Of course not. You are more than welcome to spend the night… unless you don’t want to? I can call you an uber or something.”
Jaskier quickly shook his head and pulled on the shirt. He dove under the blankets, as if afraid Lambert would change his mind, and cuddled close, pressing against his chest, “No, this is fantastic.”
Lambert chuckled and wrapped an arm around Jaskier, pulling him closer. He nuzzled his nose into the hair on the top of Jaskier’s head before planting a kiss there, “Night, Troublemaker.”
Jaskier hummed in satisfaction, “Good night, Professor~.”