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“How long did you say Vesemir would be gone again?” Jaskier asked, leading Geralt through the keep back to the orchard, where the saplings were finally growing into proper trees, if barely taller than either of them.
“For the next week. He visits Mignole’s grave every 5 years. This time it’s our turn to watch the keep.”
“Meaning this time we’re actually properly alone,” Jaskier concluded, sliding his hand into Geralt’s and twining their fingers together.
Geralt simply smiled. “As alone as we can get with your trees watching us.”
“Oh come on, they’re not watching. They’re too busy staring up at the sun to be concerned with what’s happening around them.”
“And will you be too busy staring at the sun to focus?”
Jaskier grinned back at him. “How can I focus on the beauty of the sun, when there is a much better moon to be staring at-!” Jaskier yelped as Geralt swept him off his feet, hauling him close and shutting him up with a kiss.
“Jaskier,” Geralt growled teasingly as he pulled back. “I do hope you’ll do more than just stare at my ass today.”
Jaskier lightly shoved at Geralt’s chest. “Oy! I’m the one doing the romancing today, if there’s any sweeping off of feet going to be happening, I’ll be the one to do it!”
Geralt chuckled, but let Jaskier back down to the ground. “Alright then. Tell me. What’s the plan?”
“You know, it’s been ten years since we first bonded?”
Geralt nodded. “I know. I was there, after all.”
“Well forgive me if you sometimes aren’t the best with time, mister immortal Witcher.”
“You barely look a day over twenty. I’m fairly certain you’re just as ‘immortal’ as I am. Stop distracting me. Why are you bringing up our bonding?”
“Well, remember what I said when I first woke up? About…how I’d wanted to make it romantic for you? With flowers, music, cheese and wine and the like?” Geralt faltered, and Jaskier narrowed his eyes. “No, no, don’t do that guilt thing. I’ve told you time and time again, it’s fine. Anyway, I thought, since it’s been ten years, and we finally have the keep properly to ourselves… I should make that fantasy a bit of a reality.” They stopped walking, and Geralt took in the blanket laid out under the trees, the basket of food, and the wine sitting next to a small vial of White Gull.
“When you said you wanted to romance me, I thought you were being metaphorical,” Geralt muttered.
“Oh, I very much was. But I can be metaphorical and literal.”
It had taken some directing from Jaskier to get Geralt ‘sprawling’ in the position that was best for these things, but eventually Geralt got the hint, lying down with his back against the tree, letting Jaskier feed him cheese, fruit and bread.
Which was wonderful, except that Jaskier didn’t actually have much experience in the whole… ‘romancing’ area, and while he’d fed others before, never with the intention of being the one fucking them afterwards. And honestly, he was trying not to be nervous. He’d been fighting off a blush for the last hour, and the way Geralt’s eyes were tracking his movements was not helping. Usually he wouldn’t even blink at the attention from Geralt, but right now he…well, he was nervous, alright? He’d never done this before, and until Geralt had mentioned it all those years ago, he’d never thought he would. Omegas didn’t tend to fuck others. Most people considered their cocks decorative, not useful. But then, Geralt had been the exception to every other rule, why not this one as well?
He shook his head, clearing his head of those thoughts and picking up another piece of cheese, gently feeding it to Geralt.
Geralt accepted the cheese, running his tongue along Jaskier’s fingers as he did so. Jaskier lost the fight against his blush as Geralt ducked his head, sucking Jaskier’s fingers into his mouth and sliding his tongue between them.
“You know I did bring oil, ” Jaskier muttered, trying to regain some sense of control. “You don’t have to get my fingers ready, I’m more than capable of that myself.”
Geralt chuckled, deep voice reverberating and Jaskier felt the whimper coming out of his own mouth before he heard it.
Finally, Geralt let go of his fingers. “Maybe I just want you as desperate for me as I am for you.”
“Geralt, love, sweetheart, darling, ” Jaskier shifted so he was leaning over Geralt, staring down into Geralt’s golden eyes. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you. But I’m doing this properly, so behave. ”
Geralt smirked. “Yes sir.”
Jaskier ignored the thrill the words sent through him, focusing instead on the food. “I am going to take my time, pamper you, and properly romance you.” He picked up some of the fruit, pressing it to Geralt’s lips.
Geralt smiled, opening his mouth and letting Jaskier continue to feed him. “This is important to you.”
“Of course it is. It’s you. I know you don’t afford yourself much comfort, so that’s what I have to provide.”
Geralt reached over, sliding an arm around Jaskier’s waist and pulling him closer. “You do provide that. You have given me so much comfort over the last ten years. If you want to make this special, I can indulge that. But understand that I don’t need romance. You are everything I could ever ask for. And right now, all I can think about is you, finally fucking me.”
Jaskier sighed, letting out some of the nerves as he breathed. “Okay. Okay, we can do that, I’ll just have to pamper you after. But-can we at least have the alcohol first?”
Chuckling, Geralt poured some of the wine for Jaskier, adding the White Gull to his own mug. “That nervous?”
Jaskier nodded, accepting the wine and downing it. “Dreadfully.”
Geralt raised an eyebrow. “Usually you’re the one telling me to slow down. Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to.”
He earned a glare for that comment. “Don’t coddle me, I can do this.”
Geralt nodded, throwing back his own alcohol before setting down the mug on the grass next to them. “Well then. Are you ready?”
Jaskier nodded, sliding his hands up to cup Geralt’s face and lead him into a kiss, which Geralt immediately deepened, sliding their tongues together and tracing his thumb along Jaskier’s neck.
Jaskier pulled back, batting Geralt’s nose with a finger. “ Behave. ”
“Yes sir,” There was a twinkle in Geralt’s eyes, and Jaskier had to kiss him again after those words, keeping it short this time.
He pulled back, sliding his hands under Geralt’s shirt and tugging it off, pausing to run his hands over that chiseled chest. This was hardly the first time he’d initiated, but there was something…exhilarating, about this. His fingers trembled and he swallowed back the nerves.
It was just the two of them. Just him and Geralt. And Geralt was hardly going to complain if it wasn’t perfect, he just…needed to get over this fear. “You alright?” Geralt asked, pulling Jaskier’s head from the thoughts spiraling around in there, and back into the moment.
“I’m fine,” Jaskier nodded. “Just…” He didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t have to.
“I can feel your heart racing through the bond. It’s alright. Just breathe, and relax. Do you want me to take over for a minute?”
Jaskier shook his head. “No, no, today is about pampering you, and I’m not-”
“Today is about having fun, ” Geralt corrected, gently wrapping a hand around Jaskier’s own. “And if you’re not having fun then we can change things. What do you want to do?”
Jaskier took a breath, allowing the calm warmth of the bond to steady him. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You always do.”
“I know. But I want to do this for you. Please. ”
Geralt nodded. “Do what you want. Let me know if you change your mind.”
Jaskier took a breath, shrugging off his own shirt and moving till he was laying over Geralt, staring him in the eyes. “Just lie back, and let me handle this, alright?”
Geralt nodded, smiling into the next kiss before Jaskier shifted, kissing along Geralt’s neck, licking and biting his way down Geralt’s chest, sucking small love marks into Geralt’s skin before frowning. “One of these days, I’m going to figure out how to make those stick around.”
Geralt chuckled, before gasping as Jaskier licked at his nipple, before gently biting it, using his other hand to pinch the other side of Geralt’s chest, fingers gently massaging the muscle there.
“Jaskier,” Geralt moaned, hand coming up to card through Jaskier’s hair.
Jaskier smiled, sitting up slightly.
“...is this what it feels like, when you’re inside me? The rush?”
Geralt nodded. “Find out for yourself.”
Jaskier chuckled, sliding his hands down into Geralt’s pants, one hand settling on Geralt’s hard cock and stroking it as the other slid back to grab Geralt’s ass.
Geralt let out a choked off moan, hands clenching on the grass and he let his head fall back. This hardly ever happened. Geralt, while proficient in bed, rarely made sounds, and it gave Jaskier the confidence to pull back just far enough to begin sliding Geralt’s pants down his legs. “Talk to me Geralt, what do you want? How do you want me?”
“Like this,” Geralt growled. “Take me like this. On my back, so I can see you.”
Jaskier cut him off by taking Geralt’s cock into his mouth, licking along the shaft and ducking down as far as he could go.
Geralt’s hands found his hair again, and Jaskier could feel the tremble in his hands. “Pants,” Geralt managed, and Jaskier felt a rush go through him at the way Geralt’s voice trembled. “Take your pants off, Jaskier,” he ordered.
Jaskier rolled his eyes, pulling back. “ Fine, fine, I’ll take off my pants. But only because you asked so nicely.”
Pants removed, Jaskier pulled out the bottle of oil, slicking up his fingers before dropping back down onto Geralt’s cock, running his tongue along the underside while he circled Geralt’s entrance with a finger before gently pressing in. Geralt twitched in his mouth, and Jaskier hummed, licking up the precum before dropping down again, hollowing his mouth as he pressed his finger in, before pressing the tip of his second finger in.
That was all it took. Geralt cried out as his orgasm ripped through him, and Jaskier swallowed it down, nerves calming as Geralt came apart underneath him.
Jaskier pulled off, applying some more oil to his fingers before fully sliding both of them in.
Geralt was shaking now, minutely, yes, but small tremors ran through his body as he panted. “Still good?” Jaskier asked, checking in.
“So good,” Geralt moaned, head thrown back against the ground. He opened his eyes a moment later, golden eyes almost gone in the black pupils as Geralt stared at Jaskier. “Are you going to hurry up and fuck me?”
“Impatient,” Jaskier chidded, scissoring him with two fingers.
“I’ve been waiting 10 years for this, I can be impatient-” Jaskier crooked his fingers, and Geralt moaned again. “Jaskier,” he reached up, trying to tug Jaskier closer to him.
“Ask me properly Geralt,” Jaskier whispered in his ear, sliding three fingers in and twisting.
“Fuck me,” Geralt gasped out. “Fuck me, Jaskier, by all the gods , fill me up, fucking breed me I don’t care, just please, fuck me-”
Jaskier cut him off with a kiss, pulling away after a moment. “Desperation’s a good look on you, sweetheart,” he teased.
“ Jaskier! ”
Jaskier slid his fingers out, shifting till he was leaning over Geralt, cock pressing against Geralt’s entrance. “I’ve got you.” He pressed in, closing his eyes and gasping at the heat and warmth of Geralt.
Geralt reached up, tugging Jaskier close and kissing him as he bottomed out. They both groaned, lying there for a few moments, enjoying the sensations. Then, cautiously, Jaskier pulled out, only to push back in, causing both of them to gasp. “ Gods is this what it’s like every time?” He asked, marveling.
Geralt nodded. “Come on, move, gods I want you to fuck me-” Geralt bit off a growl as Jaskier snapped his hips forward faster this time, finding a rhythm after a few decent thrusts. “Good, like that, yes that’s it, fucking perfect -”
The pull of Geralt’s body, the tension, the noises- he was so much more responsive right now, and Jaskier had to reach down and kiss him again. “You like this, do you?” He asked between gasps, voice low and strained as he thrust into Geralt, hand coming to find Geralt’s and they twined their fingers together. “Like the sensation of being filled? You said it earlier, you want me to breed you. You like the thought of that? Of an Omega filling you up? Of having a child of our very own? Is that something you’ve thought about? Want me to cum inside you?”
Geralt whined, baring his neck for Jaskier as he rambled. “Yes, yes, Jaskier yes, please, cum in me, please-” He cut off with a gasp and a jolt as Jaskier felt his cock brush something, and his eyes widened. “Was that-did I-”
Geralt nodded. “Again, please, please Jaskier do that again-nnng!” Geralt tugged his hand free of Jaskier’s grasp to instead clutch at the grass, hand digging into the dirt, tearing up the grass and roots.
Jaskier reached down, stroking Geralt’s cock with one hand, the other tracing along what he could reach of Geralt’s back, reaching for the soul words. “Close, darling?”
Geralt whined, and Jaskier felt his cock leaking furiously at the sound.
“Close-so close-just-” Geralt panted, bringing one hand up and tracing along Jaskier’s own soul words.
That was all it took. Jaskier’s hips stuttered as he came, shuddering through the orgasm and pumping Geralt’s cock as he did so, pulling a groan from Geralt as he too orgasmed.
They both lay there, panting in the afterglow, when Jaskier started giggling. “I-I just- holy shit I just did that!”
Geralt let out a fond sigh, before pulling Jaskier into yet another kiss, biting at his lips as they parted. “You did. Are you done for the moment or-”
Jaskier grinned down at him. “Why do you think I wanted to be around the trees when I did this? Right now? I think I can match your stamina.” They both grinned, and Geralt sat up, rolling them over so Jaskier was underneath him.
“Well then. How long do you think you can last if I’m the one riding you?”
Jaskier groaned, before pulling Geralt into yet another kiss “As long as I have to, darling .”
They were outside a small town in Northern Sodden, heading down to pick up Armel from her visit with Ciri in Cintra. Roach stood nearby, munching on grass as Jaskier composed yet another song, this one about a ghoul, and a poor woman who’d ended up slain by a jilted lover. “Tossed…crossed… no, no none of those are right…” He scowled at his notebook, scribbling off things.
Geralt glanced over at him, frowning, before looking back to his swords.
Jaskier sighed, setting down his quill. Whatever was bothering him, it wasn’t something he was willing to talk about, and Jaskier was trying desperately hard to respect that.
So, instead of demanding that Geralt explain himself, he stood up, stretched, and wandered over to talk to Roach. “Hello there Roach, how are you doing this fine evening?” He asked, petting Roach’s nose and slipping her a sugar cube.
When Geralt didn’t say anything about Jaskier feeding his horse, Jaskier knew something was wrong, and he frowned.
He turned around and yelped, falling flat on his ass. Somehow, Geralt had managed to stand up and walked over to them without Jaskier noticing.
“What’s gotten into you tonight? You’re acting weird!”
“Your scent…it’s changed.”
“Wow, you’re using my scent to read my emotions? You haven’t done that since we bonded.”
Geralt shook his head, crouching in front of Jaskier. “It’s not an emotion though. It’s…simpler than that. It’s something…different. You haven’t smelled this way since-” Geralt stopped talking, sucking in a breath, eyes wide. “That’s not…how would…oh fuck. ”
Jaskier sat up properly now, worried. “Geralt? Geralt what’s wrong?”
Geralt shook his head. “That’s not possible though… fuck! ”
“Geralt, you’re starting to freak me out, what’s going on??”
Geralt took a breath, taking Jaskier’s hands in his own. Geralt was shaking slightly, and Jaskier just wanted to reach out and pull him into a hug. “You remember what you said about your parents? About how…how your father had been infirtile, and they prayed to the forest?”
Jaskier blinked. “Where is this going?”
“...Maybe we should be careful, not to…do any kind of… praying, out in the orchard, from here on.”
“We didn’t pray, what are you-wait. You mean…”
“...The trees apparently thought it enough of a prayer.”
Jaskier swallowed, hand coming to his stomach. “...So… So I’m… ”
Geralt nodded, glancing up at Jaskier. “You're pregnant. Again.”
“Mother fucker! ”