Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

I Was Wrong

Geralt, dripping as he walked, approached the bed and Jaskier with a scowl. 
"What do you want Bard?" He asked as the Bard in question walked on his knees across the bed so that they were eye to eye. 
"To fuck you-" Geralt's eyes narrowed "- but. I'll settle for making you cum." He said, running his hand down Geralt's chest and wrapping his hand nimbly around the Witcher's steadily growing erection. Geralt looked down at this with a quirked brow and a dry smirk. He was growing to enjoy the Bard's shamelessness, not that he'd let on. Jaskier stepped off the bed and turned them around, pushing Geralt onto the bed with little effort - he didn't resist - then kneeling in front of him. The witcher finally got the idea and his breath hitched. Jaskier kept his eyes locked with the golden ones as he kissed the tip of the cock in his face, Geralt bit his lip and Jaskier thought it was the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. He was spurred on my this thought, and took the tip between his lips, licking along the slit tasting pre-cum.
Geralt hummed as the Bard's head dipped lower and lower, every inch almost torturous. He felt the lute-playing fingers graze his thighs with nails, and looked down to see the red marks dotting Jaskier's body that he'd placed there. It made him flush and set another rush of blood to his cock. Jaskier hollowed his cheeks and managed to take Geralt's whole length, tongue doing wonderful tricks along his shaft. The witcher had to grip onto the sheets to restrain his pleasure, he thought it might explode out of him otherwise. He even held back moans. The Bards fingers began to trial over unknown territory, slipping closer to Geralt's ass.
"Jaskier." He warned, but when it came out it was less like a reprimand and more like a plead. He cursed his voice for failing him. The bard let the cock fall from his mouth, kissing and nibbling at Geralt's abdomen and revelling in the feel of the twitch of muscles under his mouth.
"Trust me." He whispered into the muscles, and strangely Geralt found himself relaxing. He did trust Jaskier, as much as he'd tried not to. Besides, he was a little too off his head right now to argue. The hot mouth was back around him and then one slim finger had found it's way past his rim and was skating around walls of his ass, sending strange tingles through him. It wasn't horrible, but he didn't understand the hype either. Jaskier's moans had always made it seem like-
"Fuck, Jaskier!" He suddenly groaned out as the finger grazed some deep hidden part of him that had him bucking up off the bed. He could feel Jaskier's lips around his cock twitch into a smile. The second time the pleasure came he was more prepared, but his hands still flung to Jaskier's head, fingers knotting in his dark hair and he bobbed up and down. A wonderful cacophony of these feelings, along with the memory of fucking Jaskier hard against the stone or in the inn when they had been nothing but savage, had him cumming with a deep resounding groan. Jaskier gagged a little but then regained composure and swallowed it down with a wince, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, finger slipping out of Geralt. The witcher fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily, and Jaskier flung himself beside him. 
"Told you it feels good." He sighed, hand so close to Geralt's on the bed that he desperately wanted to take it and hold on tight. The Witcher something that Jaskier could never in a million years have prepared himself for; he took the Bard's hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the fingers one my one almost worship-like. Despite everything, it was this that made Jaskier blush.
"You were right, I was wrong."
Never again did Jaskier think he would hear such beautiful words come from his Witcher.