thought we were having an ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ . .
โ โ โ โ โ โ but ๐ อ๐อ๐อ๐อ !
letโs continue pretending everything is
just ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
hey, he never said that he thought geralt would die easy.
he assumed that ๐ช๐ง he did, it would be at the hands of a thoroughly pissed off sorceress, and heโd hardly call that ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ.
attention, people of the continent :
he has written his greatest work yet.
possibly the greatest song he has ever written.
in fact, it is so great that he may turn it into a book.
or perhaps a play.
lambert couldnโt keep his hands off of jaskier even on his best days, and he knew just how much jaskier enjoyed being manhandled . .
especially when lambert wasnโt being particularly gentle about it.
so he allowed that hand to run from the back of jaskierโs neck to the sideโโ
ยซ
was barely above a whisper, thick with ๐ก๐ช๐จ๐ฉ. lambert had such a hold over him ; he could flip his mood in seconds.
โ iโd much rather ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฌ you. โ
โโ
of it , simply just ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ his hand there until he allowed his fingertips to flex.
just a preview of what might happen. a ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ.
but then jaskier spoke, his voice saturated with lechery and coupled with those words it caused an unbidden groan to work itโs โโ
a wickedness was quick to spark in the witcherโs eyes, his hand sliding back from the bardโs jaw to grip at the nape of his neck, pushing them close together so his face was practically pressing into jaskierโs cheek, playing with just how close he could get to his โโ
ยซ
โ hmm . . . how do you propose we solve this? maybe you should show me yours, and iโll show you mine? โ
now ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ sounded like a good idea, and a way that they could both win.
โโ
poet before they eventually snapped.
his hand began to mindlessly rub at the back of jaskierโs neck, he wasnโt being entirely gentle about it either.
โ you wicked little thing . . โ
lambert husked , and it was so very obvious he didnโt mean that as an insult.
โโ
โโ
of my own running through my head, and iโm sure theyโre way more filthy.โ
he just had to add that last part, punctuated with a smooth caress of his fingertips against the bardโs jaw .
lambert looked as smug as he always seemed to whenever he manhandled jaskier, holding a knowing stare and flashing a smirk that had managed to piss off almost everyone he had come across.
but then jaskierโs gaze turned defiant, and lambert had to suppress the exasperated โโ
โโ
groan that would have wrecked his whole facade.
the corner of his mouth twitched up once jaskier spoke, dark haired cranium tilting at just the right angle to make a stray strand of hair fall in front of his face.
โ iโm not that disenfranchised .
i got a few thoughts โโ
โโ
the runt to always take their sessions of cat and mouse to the next level.
โ is there something you wanted ? โ
he decided to ask, thumb pressing against his chin as a silent reprimand for playing coy.
โ iโm not a fuckinโ mind reader.โ
lambert, seemingly already warring with his dwindling patience for their little word games, let the space between them close in one big, swift step, just to curl his hand beneath jaskierโs chin and redirect his lingering gaze back up to lambertโs own eyes.
leave it to โโ
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quirked a brow, staring at lambertโs face for a moment before his gaze slowly and lecherously travelled down his body.
โ hmm . . . thatโs a shame . . . โ
โโ
there in thought as he just seemed to look at jaskier, conveniently flashing both his wedding ring and the ring jaskier gave him in the process.
โ mmm, ๐ฏ๐ฐ .
iโve already given up more information than you deserve. โ
lambert opened his mouth to speak, as if he was going to actually answer that question.
instead, a parted smirk curled onto his brims, enough to make the sharp canines in his mouth obvious for a passing second.
his hand was brought up to his own chin, stroking the facial hairโโ
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โ looking like what . . ? โ
a coquettish tilt of his head, batting his lashes a few times for good measure.
it was a stark contrast to the way heโd been behaving just moments before.
drastic times called for drastic measures.