This ...wasn't ....turning out quite how he had planned. But he was an adaptable man and what in Redania was there really to complain about here? As far as courting went, well at least Jaskier had recovered from his affliction that the daisies had brought on. His nose was still a cute strawberry color. Geralt was so tempted to lift his head up and give it a nip. He was trying to be courteous and respectful and the bard wasn't make it easy on him. This was how it went, wasn't it? Jumping straight into each other's pants was putting the horse before the cart. Or rather, the bard before the witcher but he couldn't be allowing this images into his head right now. Especially not when said bard was about to spin beautiful poetry for him.
That's what Geralt expected. He was pleasantly surprised when instead, Jaskier went with a different page.
Geralt could feel almost every part of the younger man's body currently. Everything was warm and solid against him and gods help him, he was near salivating at the idea that all of it could be his. Right here really and all he had to do was take what he wanted. Jaskier wasn't hiding his intentions at all. There was barely a breath of space left between their bodies and the slighest movement from the other man reminded Geralt of that fact. He could easily move those darling blue eyes to the back of Jaskier's skull with one smooth upward roll of his hips. But the bard got a blush out of him for an entirely different reason.
"I'd like to think it brought us together..."
"Jaskier." It was too sweet. Too lovely a thought to hope for. That fate may thought him worthy enough to give someone that would accept him so whole-heartedly like this, it was hard to believe. If only the gods had decided to give him the gift of flattery as well. He was a speechless fool.
A horny speechless fool.
His hands went immediately to Jaskier's hips and squeezed them roughly. "I've shouted your name plenty of times," but Geralt knew what he meant. Of course he did. How could he not with how Jaskier was dropping his eyes below his belt. "What about our date?" He swallowed hard, his own eyes drifting slowly over Jaskier's chest. With the other settled so perfectly in his lap, hovering over him, it took minimal effort to move his head forward and bite through the shirt to Jaskier's chest underneath.