Geralt swallows when Eskel spills in his mouth, squeezing his hip before pulling off and licking him clean. When he finishes, he shoots Eskel an affectionate look and says, "now you need to heal. I miss bedding someone that can match me in strength."

He stands then, tucks Eskel back into his breeches, just as he hears Jaskier coming back down the hall. "Bard's coming," he says just as there's a soft knock at the door before it opens.

Jaskier comes in, warm water in a steel bucket so that he can help Eskel get clean. He looks between the two of them and arches an eyebrow. "Well, I see I've been left out of the fun."

"I'll see you both later," Geralt tells them. Jaskier catches his arm before he can exit and the bard pulls him down for a soft, sweet kiss. It's good to know that he'd been forgiven.

"Take care," Jaskier says, and then Geralt heads out.