fucking sex scenes argh
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I was planning fully to finish the Ancient Sea Geralt/Jaskier FINALLY sex scene and post that next and then do chapter 3 of fugitive but oh my god sex scenes take For God Damn Ever to write especially when you’re surrounded by children all the time. it’s. it’s a lot.
so probably i am going to give up and put chapter 3 of Fugitive up even though that’s deffo not the update people are waiting for, oh well, and then hope for a miracle to bestow me the inspiration to complete the goddamn Ancient Sea sex scene.
For some reason Geralt is being very wolfy, which is sort of funny and also sort of– I mean, it’s not deep, it’s just that he’s comfortable being inhuman and that’s sort of sweet. I imagine with sex partners he knows less well he spends more effort on not obviously scenting and biting and growling and acting more like he thinks a Normal Person must, and with Jaskier he is just not bothering because even though they’ve never fucked he’s known him nearly half a human lifetime by now and has already tipped his hand on the Weird Shit.
Here is a teaser snippet, but this is basically where it ends, it took me literally two weeks of writing to get them naked. Argh.
“You keep making those noises, I’m going to fucking devour you,” Geralt promised.
“Please,” Jaskier said, breathless, “please do,” shoving his hips upward.
Geralt managed to pull himself away long enough to unfasten Jaskier’s trousers. Jaskier wriggled to help him, which set off his prey instinct again and made him pin the bard down and bite his shoulder, at the last second exerting enough willpower not to break the skin with his teeth. He’d said he wouldn’t leave marks.
“Fuck,” Jaskier gasped. “Fuck, Geralt–”
Somehow he managed to get Jaskier’s trousers off him, and his braies, and then there was skin, and his scent was overwhelming– the strongest notes in it were of happiness and relief, underscoring the arousal, and it made Geralt feel soft in the middle even as it made him hard elsewhere.
Jaskier laughed suddenly. “Are you smelling me?”
Geralt just growled in response, a contented noise. He’d spent so long, decades, with Jaskier’s scent, often tinged with arousal, but usually shading to wistfulness, unhappiness, pining, distress, frustration– it wasn’t that he’d never smelled contented, but mostly he hadn’t, and it hadn’t been Geralt’s business to fix.
“Get your kit off, you nut,” Jaskier said, shoving his fingers into the waistband of Geralt’s trousers, finding where their lacings were and unpicking them carelessly. Geralt growled again, not in the slightest bit annoyed.
I was planning fully to finish the Ancient Sea Geralt/Jaskier FINALLY sex scene and post that next and then do chapter 3 of fugitive but oh my god sex scenes take For God Damn Ever to write especially when you’re surrounded by children all the time. it’s. it’s a lot.
so probably i am going to give up and put chapter 3 of Fugitive up even though that’s deffo not the update people are waiting for, oh well, and then hope for a miracle to bestow me the inspiration to complete the goddamn Ancient Sea sex scene.
For some reason Geralt is being very wolfy, which is sort of funny and also sort of– I mean, it’s not deep, it’s just that he’s comfortable being inhuman and that’s sort of sweet. I imagine with sex partners he knows less well he spends more effort on not obviously scenting and biting and growling and acting more like he thinks a Normal Person must, and with Jaskier he is just not bothering because even though they’ve never fucked he’s known him nearly half a human lifetime by now and has already tipped his hand on the Weird Shit.
Here is a teaser snippet, but this is basically where it ends, it took me literally two weeks of writing to get them naked. Argh.
“You keep making those noises, I’m going to fucking devour you,” Geralt promised.
“Please,” Jaskier said, breathless, “please do,” shoving his hips upward.
Geralt managed to pull himself away long enough to unfasten Jaskier’s trousers. Jaskier wriggled to help him, which set off his prey instinct again and made him pin the bard down and bite his shoulder, at the last second exerting enough willpower not to break the skin with his teeth. He’d said he wouldn’t leave marks.
“Fuck,” Jaskier gasped. “Fuck, Geralt–”
Somehow he managed to get Jaskier’s trousers off him, and his braies, and then there was skin, and his scent was overwhelming– the strongest notes in it were of happiness and relief, underscoring the arousal, and it made Geralt feel soft in the middle even as it made him hard elsewhere.
Jaskier laughed suddenly. “Are you smelling me?”
Geralt just growled in response, a contented noise. He’d spent so long, decades, with Jaskier’s scent, often tinged with arousal, but usually shading to wistfulness, unhappiness, pining, distress, frustration– it wasn’t that he’d never smelled contented, but mostly he hadn’t, and it hadn’t been Geralt’s business to fix.
“Get your kit off, you nut,” Jaskier said, shoving his fingers into the waistband of Geralt’s trousers, finding where their lacings were and unpicking them carelessly. Geralt growled again, not in the slightest bit annoyed.
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Date: 2020-05-29 02:00 am (UTC)