“Damnit. Jaskier!” The witcher rolled his eyes as the bard whisked himself off to another task. It was a little frustrating but he’d know forcing Jaskier to remain in one spot for anything longer than twenty seconds would be a challenge. He was actually trying to put some effort into creating something that didn’t look like a complete disaster on his boyfriend’s lovely face.
Jaskier came back over. Geralt opened his stance up a bit, encouraging the brunette to lean more of his body in. “Stay still or I’ll make you stay still,” he threatened with half a smile. It honestly shouldn’t be that hard. Geralt would boast that he could stay completely still in one spot for several hours. Jaskier seemed to be unable to stay silent for more than ten seconds.
Geralt had started working on a bit of a flourish on one end of the goatee when Jaskier moved his mouth again. He clicked his tongue as he tried to fix another wayward line. “If I had known my mouth was such a valuable commodity, I might have tried haggling a bit more than a goatee from you.” He cupped Jaskier’s face in his hand. To keep him still. And to tickle Jaskier’s ear with the tip of his finger.