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“You know, Geralt,” Jaskier says, pinching the sensitive nub of flesh between his thumb and forefinger and examining it critically, “you’ll never be able to pleasure a woman with a pathetic little cocklet like this one.”
Geralt thrusts helplessly into his touch, earning him a sharp swat to the side of his hip. “Now now, none of that.” He squeezes Geralt’s tiny aching member, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind. “A useless little thing. Why, I’ve seen cocks that have been locked in chastity for years that can’t get hard anymore, can only dribble piteously, and they’d still be more suitable for fucking a woman than you.”
Jaskier shifts between Geralt’s legs, sliding up his body with a grin. “That baby prick isn’t doing anyone any good, is it, love? But luckily not all of you is such a waste.” Jaskier rolls his hips, dragging the swollen head of his cock through Geralt’s wet folds. “Parts of you are quite worthwhile, indeed.”
Geralt whines, his head tucked into the bard’s neck as he bites desperate little kisses into the smooth flesh. “Please, Jaskier.” He jerks to meet Jaskier’s hips in frustrated, abortive motions in an attempt to sheath his lover’s cock within him.
Jaskier laughs, evading Geralt’s best efforts. “Even in spite of that impractical little thing, you can still please a partner, can’t you? You still have something even better, just for me, don’t you, darling?”
“Yes, now fuck me,” he snarls.
Jaskier tuts, pulling away slightly, enough to make Geralt groan at the loss of contact. “Show me,” he says, an eyebrow raised in challenge, a heated spark in his too-blue eyes. “Show me what that cunt is good for.”
With a growl, Geralt flips them, pinning Jaskier’s hips between his strong thighs, a rough hand pressed to his chest. In a single, fluid motion, he sinks down the length of Jaskier’s cock, gold eyes fluttering shut as he relishes feeling full.
"Perfect," Jaskier breathes.