#but then ig if you're Life Long Best Bros Forever and start having soft loving sex how more together can you even be

[goldandlights]

title: ebb and flow (“Listen up monsterfuckers, Geralt has a knot.”) pairing: geraskier rating: explicit tags: fluff, tender sex, knotting, handjobs, copious amounts of come

>>> Geralt is insecure about a particular part of his biology but Jaskier shows him that one man’s trash is a bard’s treasure

Like many of Geralt’s other unusual or more animalistic features (the white hair, the fangs, the purring), the knot on his dick is a byproduct of the additional experimentation done on him during Witcher training.

None of the other boys put through the full Trials of Dreams have survived and thus it stands to reason that Geralt is the only one with this particular mutation.

Of course, he's long learned to warn the people he sleeps with (aka prostitutes) about his, hm, enhanced physique, even before the clothes come off. He also knows to not ever, ever try to tie.

Though it’s a hot fantasy, Geralt is not stupid or careless enough to risk having his partner panic when the reality of the situation sets in. A couple of the braver girls he’s met have certainly offered to indulge him, one even looked (and smelled) honestly interested, but if it goes tits up, the risk of severe injury is too great.

Thus far, holding up his fist to show them what kind of swelling he’s talking about has always been enough to dissuade them.

So the hardest part about brothel negotiations is usually the opposite; convincing the understandably weary women that no, he’s not gonna try to pop “it” into them without warning. Letting them keep a guarding hand on his cock just above the bulging tissue while he fucks them mostly helps to ease their minds. Geralt neither thinks about, nor considers mentioning, that if he wanted to take them by force, their fragile human wrists would simply be collateral damage.

What comes after the first glorious moment of cresting pleasure is similarly as awkward and bothersome though.

Geralt comes like a fucking horse -okay, not quite, but sometimes it sure feels that way when he pumps load after load of thick seed into his partner until he can see her belly swelling just so. It’s hot. Until the matron charges additional cleaning costs. (It’s costly. He already has to pay double the normal rate to make fucking a beast worth anyone’s while.)

Geralt has learned to live with it, really. Even tense, rushed and impersonal, sex is sex; he can’t be picky. Needs to keep a clear head to do his job.

When he says that last bit to Jaskier however, the bard’s jaw drops in disbelief.

“ Excuse me. Can you repeat that? You can’t be picky so you, what, resign yourself to a life of bad sex?” his voice is loud and utterly incredulous. Geralt shoots him a glare.

This morning they left Ban Glean and are now on their way south towards Hagge for a potential vampire infestation. There are no roads around these parts, so they set up camp on the first not-so-soggy little rise they found once the sun started setting. The weather is good and the forest quiet. Small mercies. The Livel river and its swamps and marshlands are normally teeming with drowners and bandits.

How they went from eating quietly to arguing about Geralt's preference for whorehouses over random hookups is a mystery -though the Witcher suspects it has something to do with a certain new habit the bard has picked up. That is, he’ll chat up ladies (and on the rare occasion men, too) and then ask Geralt if he wants to share. Which the Witcher does not.

“But why, Geralt.” the bard continues, hushed, “Look at you! You’re gorgeous. I understand the prejudices levelled at Witchers make it hard to find someone willing outside of a professional establishment… but I offered you that maid on a platter, darling! No additional work required!”

“She didn’t know what she was agreeing to.” Geralt says, stroking the fire.

“Well, then I apparently didn’t either. Care to enlighten me?”

“No.”

“Come on. Is this the usual Witcher self-flagellation or do you actually have something to hide? And embarrassing fetish perhaps? A small dick? -hm, no, no I take that back immediately.” Jaskier hums and licks his lips. Geralt feels the bards gaze slide down to the bulge between his thighs. He suppresses the urge to close his legs self-consciously. “There is definitely nothing small about your dick.”

The Witcher doesn’t reward that with a reply but stares resolutely into the flames. Silence stretches.

“Okay, alright. I’m sorry.” Jaskier breaks, at last, sounding honestly contrite. With a sigh, he gets up, takes a few steps around the fire until he can plop down next to Geralt onto the thick fur of his bedroll. “If you’re not comfortable I won’t push anymore, yeah? Just… you deserve positive experiences. To enjoy yourself, you know? Sex shouldn’t be a chore.”

“Hm.”

A log shifts and sends sparks up into the air. The trees whisper in a soft breeze.

“It’s a mutation.”

“Hm. What kind of mutation?”

He’s explained it at least three-hundred times without batting an eyelash. Now, suddenly, it’s hard again, like the first time. Geralt knows Jaskier is pretty indiscriminate in his tastes, tumbling with men and women and those somewhere in-between alike. Geralt had never managed to give up the tiny speck of hope that maybe Witchers, even those with freakish dicks, were on the bard’s list of acceptable bedfellows as well. Still, it had always seemed safer not to try his luck, lest he found out the answer was a horrified no. Well, the grace period is over.

He swallows a few times, searching for the well-practised words.

“There’s some additional tissue at the base of it. It swells when I come. Like a-”

“Like a wolf??”

“Jaskier…”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not laughing! That’s -uh, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No.”

“Oh, good... And does it really do the, you know, the locking thing? When you fuck someone?”

“It should. Never tried it.”

“Eh? What a shame!” Then, before the Witcher can process how to react to that, “How big is it?”

Geralt snaps his head around to glare at the bard.

“I’m just curious!” he whines. Waits for an answer. When none is forthcoming, he tries again, “Come on, how big?”

The Witcher holds up his fist. Jaskier chokes on his spit.

“Sweet Melitele…”

If he hadn’t heard something suspiciously like awe in the bard’s voice, Geralt would not have dared to look in the human’s direction again. But he does. Jaskier’s face is slack with shock, eyes still fixed on Geralt's large hand. Then his gaze drops, almost comically slow, to Geralt’s crotch. This time the Witcher does press his legs together, caught off guard by the sudden hunger overtaking the handsome features of his companion.

Baby blue eyes snap up to amber.

“Can I see?”

Geralt sucks in a breath, mind going blank for a second. Over the woodsmoke of the fire, Jaskiers scent has spiked. Spicy and masculine, Geralt doesn’t have to look down to know that the human is in the process of getting hard, obviously turned on by the thought of Geralt’s knot. What the hell.

Unsettled by Geralt’s silence, Jaskier backpedals, “You don’t have to! I’m uh, making this weird. But I would. Really like to see. For research and-”

“If you put this into a song I will kill you.”

“I know. Oh, believe me, I know. And I very much value my life so these lips are sealed! Promise! Now, can I?”

The bardling seems about a second away from making actual grabbing motions towards the bulge in question and Geralt, kind of dazed by the sudden turn of events, yields to the insistent pleading. With a grunted “Fine.” and an eye-roll to prevent a more vulnerable expression from stealing onto his face, he gets up on his knees and starts loosening the laces of his trousers.

This is madness.

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#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #i'm back on my bullshit #jaskier loves geralt lots #freaky penis or no #they don't really get together here? #but then ig if you're Life Long Best Bros Forever and start having soft loving sex how more together can you even be #I just love writing about Jas showing Geralt a good time :( #he just wants his witcher to Feel Good :((((( #Jaskier is totally the kind of guy that gets off on his partners pleasure #and I am so here for it #my writing