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    Jaskier gasps, a choked moan escaping his throat and pulls on the strands of the witcher’s silver hair hard enough for the older man to give in and tilt his head back. Jaskier’s calloused fingers flutter over his jaw, eyes searching, until he breathes out a raspy “fuck” and presses his lips against Geralt’s, the kiss just as eager and hungry as the last one.

    Geralt licks into his mouth, hot and wet and perfect, grinning as Jaskier bites his lower lip. And gods, he tastes even sweeter than he smells.

    Geralt slides his hands down to the bard’s thighs, his grip so tight that it will probably leave bruises on the pale skin, and lifts him up, making Jaskier instinctively wrap his slender legs around Geralt’s waist.
    He barely weighs anything, even with the thick heavy cloak on his shoulders, and that makes something deep in Geralt’s mind go dark with thirst for him.
    He presses Jaskier up against the nearest tree, never breaking the kiss, and catches his soft gasp, letting it flow through his veins with blood.

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