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Out Of Character Permissions

Out Of Character
Backtagging: Yes, always, even if it's been literal years.
Threadhopping: As long as you give me the heads up!
Fourthwalling: No.
Offensive subjects: I do have some hard nos: animal abuse, sexual assault/abuse and the like, but overall I'm more than happy to delve into dark subjects, let's just talk about it first.

In Character Permissions

In Character Hugging/kissing/flirting with this character: Yes.
Fighting with this character: 100% yes.
Injuring this character: Yes, of course.
Killing this character: No thank you.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes but I'd prefer plotting these roleplay elements.

Shipping

Everyone Gets a Ride
Fave: Jaskier, Yennefer
Yes:Mostly everyone else, including cross canon.
Maybe: Everyone aside from those listed in no. If you have an idea, send me a message and let's plot! I'm very open to ships.
No: Ciri. Underage (both players and characters).
Gen: Basically anyone.

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Geralt's hands on his laces shakes him out of his distraction and he laughs.

"You better be quick, I imagine he'll be back any minute, impatient for his turn." Eskel shakes his head, still baffled by the bard's enthusiasm. Confused, but not complaining.

"I'm sure you'll both be so disappointed if he interrupts," Geralt murmurs. He fishes Eskel out and pumps his cock a few times.

Once he's hard, Geralt wastes no time before dropping his head down and taking Eskel's prick into his mouth.

Eskel groans, fingers curling in the back of Geralt's shirt. He feels a surge of emotion as well as pleasure and a deep shiver runs through his weary body. He sighs the other witcher's name.

Geralt and Eskel have spent many a winter just like this, so Geralt knows how to work Eskel's body. It's always so interesting to Geralt because as far as he knows, Eskel mostly beds women while on the Path, but will settle for Geralt, and now Jaskier now that he doesn't have other options. Geralt himself has never been discerning between the two genders, taking what he could get.

He relaxes his throat for Eskel, taking hi min further. It's a shame that Eskel can't fully participate, but hopefully by the end of the winter they'll have the opportunity.

Maybe out on The Path, it's settling when he beds a man but it's never settling with Geralt. It's true, he does prefer women but Geralt has always been and will always be something special to him. And this, right now? Was something he'd been afraid he wouldn't get back after how things had been between them this winter. Sleeping beside Geralt last night had only sharpened this need for nostalgic intimacy more acutely, a dull ache in Eskel's chest (and lower, less noble parts).

There's just something so familiar about stealing a moment like this that it's a wholly different experience to when he goes with women in the world below the mountains. And he has to hold onto the thought that somebody they'll be able to enjoy each other as they once did, without having to be as careful due to Eskel's lingering injuries. He'd give anything to be able to have the other witcher properly, quick and and breathless and bruising.

They are on limited time, stealing this moment together. Geralt is due out for training, and Jaskier is bound to return shortly. As much as Geralt is happy to share with Jaskier, he wants to keep this one moment to himself. With that in mind, he swirls his tongue around the head of Eskel's cock, then takes him fully into his mouth. He grips Eskel's thighs, relaxes his throat and takes him all the way in.

{{I'm of two minds: on the one hand it would be exceedingly funny. On the other, this is a very lovely moment of just the two of them. Up to you!}}

Eskel's hips jerk when Geralt swallows him all the way down. He clings to the back of Geralt's shirt until his hand is white-knuckled. He doesn't make the other man wait long, coming with a telltale growl, turning the side of his face into the pillow as he does.

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.

Eskel has the decency to look a little sheepish, sure that the way he's flushed and breathing with unmistakable, if mild exertion.

"Have fun running The Killer!" He calls teasingly after his brother in arms before the door closes and he's alone with the bard again.

"Old habits, couldn't keep our hands to ourselves." He says to Jaskier, careful to breeze past exactly how much that brief intimacy had meant.

Jaskier flaps his hand, unconcerned that the two Witchers have made up in such a physical way. He's not exactly concerned about them wearing each other out so much that they won't want him. He's known Geralt long enough to know that's not to case. Both Geralt and Eskel will have more than enough energy for him, whenever he chooses he wants it.

"I can't blame either of you for that, now can I?" Jaskier chuckles. "I just wish I hadn't missed the show."

He dips a new, clean rag into the hot water. "Now, are you ready for a sexy sponge bath, or do you need a moment to recover?"

"Well, you both seem intent on keeping me from my own bed while I'm laid up, I'm sure you'll have other opportunities." Eskel says, tucking an arm behind his head.

"Is the water warm? Shouldn't wait for it to get cold, so you can start whenever you like. Geralt fixed my bandages so you don't have to worry about that part." He promises. "And if it's cold, hand it here." He reaches out his hand.

"Well Eskel, as much as Geralt does not enjoy talking, I already know so much about you that I felt I knew you before even arriving here at Kaer Morhen. You should know more than anyone that once Geralt is sated, he's much more talkative. I had no doubt that the two of you would resolve whatever it was between you, and you would end up here, or he in your room. I was not aware of your injury when I first arrived, however, or else I believe you would have been in Geralt's bed a lot sooner."

He smiles sweetly at the injured Witcher as he speaks, starting to was the sweat and grime from being unable to move too easily. "Perhaps we can get a bath up here sometime soon," he adds.

Eskel, accustomed to keeping himself meticulously clean on The Path (to avoid being detected by his dangerous prey), does have to admit that having someone to help him like this is...well, its mildly embarrassing but its also nice. And better Jaskier than Vesemir or Triss Merigold. That the bard's clever fingers linger here and there is a delightful bonus that he's perfectly content to indulge.

"I'll try not to be here all the time." He promises. "At some point I'll haul myself back to my room. But not right now." He offers a lopsided grin.

Jaskier does a more thorough job at cleaning Eksel up this time around, using soap and water instead of just the cool water he'd had to use the day before. As he's wiping Eskel down, he says, "I have Geralt on the Path all the time. You only get him if you happen upon each other or during your winters here. And with Ciri, that may all change. I don't mind you being here, Eskel."

There's no telling what will happen in the future for any of them, and Jaskier doesn't begrudge Eskel for wanting to spend time with Geralt before they part once the season ends.

"See, you say that but the bed's gonna get awfully small with me in it." He says, amused. "It's barely made for two people. I did sleep better last night than I have in a while so...thank you."

"Easily remedied, my dear. I'll just sleep on top of Geralt," Jaskier says with a grin. It's not like he doesn't usually sleep on top of or under him most nights. "I'm not going to force you out, Eskel, so this is entirely up to you. If you and Geralt want time alone too, I can actually find my own room, or try to convince Lambert to bed me," he laughs.

"I'll bet you a bottle of dwarven whiskey straight from the stills below Mount Carbon that you will not manage your charms with Lambchop. He's too prickly." Eskel says, always eager to make a wager. "You'd have better luck with Coën. He's pretty straight but like me he probably hasn't had much luck on account of his face. And he's probably more lonely and out of his depth than Lambert. Didn't grow up here."

"He may be prickly, but does he sleep with men?" If he doesn't, then Jaskier doesn't have any chance. If he does, then Jaskier is more than happy to try. If Lambert isn't interested, well Jaskier still has Geralt and now Eskel, so it't not like he's lacking in bed partners, just in variety.

Coen is an interesting suggestion, however.

Jaskier isn't going to go anywhere near the sorceresses. That seems like it would be far too much drama for him.

"Not as far as I know. But we were in different cohorts. If he was fooling around in his own novice group, I never heard about it. Haven't heard about him going with men on the Path either." Eskel shrugs. "Try your luck but don't say I didn't warn you." He watches Jaskier from under the edge of his eyelids.

"Will you sit with me a while?" He asks. "When you're done with the bath, I mean."

"Well, I'll let you know what I find out," Jaskier replies with a shark like grin.

"Of course I'll stay. I could even play for you, if you have any requests?" He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches for his lute. He plays most nights for those in the dining hall, but Eskel hasn't really joined them yet. Hopefully now, he will.

"Nothing about my brother, maybe?" Eskel says, in an obviously teasing tone. "I get enough of his ego in person." Not that the places where Geralt excels over him have ever done the other man any good. "Maybe something a little bawdy. It's been pretty humorless cooped up alone."

"Oh, I'm sure I can write an epic song about you as well, my dear," Jaskier responds. He reaches for his lute and starts tuning it while he considers his arsenal. He has quite a few bawdy songs that he could sing, so he starts with his favourite, adding a little sexiness to his performance just for Eskel.

This is...really nice, actually. More than he'd care to admit aloud but the way he relaxes, rolling onto his good side to get comfortable, tracking Jaskier's clever fingers with his bright, golden eyes. He has to admit that the bard is very good at what he does. Even recovering from injury, his fingers dance along the lute strings and his fine tenor voice seems to ring off the stone walls of the little room.

And the song is actually quite funny, in the way bawdy tavern songs are. Eskel's not sure what to make of the way the bard seems to infuse the performance with his own flirtatious charms. It must be very impressive to see him work a crowd though, he thinks.

He dozes off with a smile on his worn-face.

All seems well for a while until something wakes him from his napping. A pain in the wound on his back and then a feeling of something horribly sticky soaking his bandages and running into the sheets.

Jaskier plays most of the bawdy songs he knows for Eskel, switching to some more vocally based songs when his fingers tire and he notices that Eskel is falling asleep. Whatever he and Geralt had done earlier must have been involved for the Witcher to be this tired.

Jaskier is about to pack up when Eskel wakes suddenly, with a look of pain on his face.

"What's happening?" Jaskier asks. "What-" but then the smell hits him and he wrinkles his nose. "Eskel, tell me what you need."

It's less than his and Geralt's fooling around this morning had been strenuous and more that it had released an incredible weight from the witcher. He feels at peace for the first time in a long time and his weary body simply takes the opportunity to sleep the moment he feels safe.

Eskel sits up and notes a large, ichorous stain on the sheets where his back had been, smelling like wet wood and leaf rot and something else, acrid and unnatural.

"Go get Vesemir, quick." He says, real fear in his eyes when he looks at Jaskier.

{{And I can take on Vesemir as an NPC so you don't have to carry all the extra characters yourself. He won't be needed for very long since Eskel's going to be fine.}}

Edited 2023-09-01 20:11 (UTC)

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should I have Jaskier walk in?

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lets keep it just them. plenty of time for Jaskier to interrupt in the future

He does seem good at interrupting!

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ugh sorry, life this week :/

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