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His words fumble just as much as his fingers over his strings. He can feel it, heavy in the air around him and he's not entirely sure what it is. He swallows and wets his lips as he lifts his lute and attempts to continue the song. "But here in Posada…" He sings out and spins, trying to focus on the people around him. His eyes search each face as his nostrils flare between each word. Because someone in the room smells fantastic, unlike any he's scented before. And he can feel his entire body light up from the inside out. But still, he has a song to sing and a crowd to please and he continues moving around the room, trying to ignore his baser instincts. "Need Nan the Hag to stir up a potion…" He leans against a wooden post and takes a deep breath. The sweet scent fills him and he almost stumbles again. He leans back more heavily on the post, glad for its existence. And fuck everything because that scent has gone straight to his crotch and has his cock ever hardened that fast and how very unprofessional that it has and if anyone notices, he'll be mortified or kicked out and where he fuck is it even coming from, oh sweet Melitele! Please just make it go away!

His mind is just as much of a jumbled mess as his mouth, his hands and his feet and his cock. He rests his whole weight back against the post and tips his head as well. He takes in a deep breath and internally curses himself. Because he can scent and feel the spike in the omega's own interest, wherever he is. He breathes out again and lowers his lute, attempting to cover his crotch as best he can. He can finish the song and then flee and try to get control of himself. Or he may put his instrument down and follow the scent and see if he can make a different kind of music with his other instrument.

"... so that your lady might get an abortion!" He sings out, holding the last note and trying in vain to stop the suggestive thrust of his hips. He can't seem to control himself.

"Abort yourself!" Some heckler shouts from some table.

The bard stops and frowns. He turns and glares at the direction of the voice. "Oh, oi!"

"Shut up!" Some woman somewhere yells.

His mouth drops open. "Stop!"

"You best stop before we kick your ass out!"

He glares and glowers as his gaze scans his audience. He can feel amusement in the air and he thinks it's coming from his - his? - omega, wherever the fuck he is. "Fuck off!" He says, stumbling back and waving his arm around as bread is being thrown at him. Bread! Of all things! Rolls continue to pelt him and he holds up his hands and his lute. "I'm so glad that I could bring you all together like this!"

The voices and the rolls stop as he turns. He sighs and sets his lute down on the small table in the corner. Stupid Posadaians wouldn't know real talent and entertainment if it came up and bit them on the nose! Or the ass. He kneels on the floor and starts picking up the rolls. He has no qualms about dusting them off and eating them. He has to eat to live and live to eat and all that rubbish. He shoves a few of the hard rolls into his pockets before he catches the feeling of the omega again. He swallows and glances around. Across the room, in the darkest corner, sits a rather large looking man. His gaze is drawn to the man and he frowns.

The bard stands quickly and shoves the last roll in his hands down his pants. He tears his eyes away from the dark corner because there is no way the sweet, tantalizing omega smell belongs to him. But his eyes scan every inch of the tavern and he gets the feeling he's mistaken. His eyes settle on the corner again and he swears he can feel another shift in the air around him. He swallows, a bit of nerves overtaking him for a moment. He's met omegas before, sniffed at a few. But never one that hit him this strongly, that affected him this quickly, that left him wanting even half as much. He straightens up and breathes out and strides across the tavern. He moves towards the man who can't be his omega and stops when he gets close enough. He's flooded by the scent again and he pauses. He leans against a wooden post near the table and breathes in slowly. He can't think he's mistaken again, not when the giant alpha looking omega is sitting at the table in front of him. He's close enough now that the bard is certain. This man is the omega that has rendered him so. "Hello." He tilts his head and tries to control his voice. "I love the way you just… sit in the corner and brood."

The omega doesn't look at him. He lifts his eyes from the table and turns his head in the opposite direction. He breathes out deeply and heavily, the sound more akin to a growl than anything else. "I'm here to drink alone." He says, his voice just as deep and growly.

The bard suppresses a shiver at the omega's voice. There's no way this weird omega should be affecting him so quickly and so strongly. There's a gasp on his lips that he can't stop. He clears his throat quickly, trying to cover it, and nods his head. "Good, yeah, good good… uh… good." He leans a bit away from the post, bringing himself just a few inches closer. "No one uh… no one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance… except…" He catches the scent again and before he can stop himself, he moves closer. He stops beside the table and looks down at the seated man. "... for you. Come on. You must have some review for me. Three words or less."

Those eyes shift up to him finally and the bard feels a million thoughts, wants, desires, and emotions flickering deep within him. The omega says nothing but lets out another grunt and tilts his head.

The bard feels his heart thumping harder and louder in his chest and he thinks he might faint. Oh what a sight that would be! What fun tales would be told about him! And he imagines the omega wouldn't do anything to stop such amusing tales. He opens his mouth slowly and fumbles for a moment longer until his lips remember how to form words. Again, he's moving before he can think better of it. He slides onto the bench across from the brooding omega and leans on the table. "You don't uh… want to keep a man… with bread in his pants waiting…" And those are the words his lips choose to form? He rolls his eyes at himself and sighs. He's usually much better at this. He has quite the reputation. He's a rather eloquent charmer.

The omega raises an eyebrow, watching him. His nostrils flare and he lifts his arms to the table, leaning his weight against it. "Is that all you have in your pants?" He asks, the words tumbling low and deep from his lips.

The bard swallows and leans back. "Oh no, I can… show you… exactly what… I have…" He catches the glint in those golden eyes and he stops for a moment. His eyes widen and he gasps, forgetting for a moment the effect this omega has had on him. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh! White hair, big ol' loner, quiet and grunty, two very… very scary looking swords…" He says as his eyes flit to the weapons at the omega's side. He swallows and licks his lips. "I know who you are…" He leans on the table again. "I know what you are…"

The omega's golden eyes darken a shade and narrow. He lets out a growl as he leans forward. He grabs a handful of the bard's doublet and stands, hauling him to his feet. "Yeah?"

The bard nods and swallows. "Yeah. You're the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia. And you're an ome…" The omega's eyes widen and he yanks the bard out of the booth. He narrows his eyes and glares and the bard stumbles. "Alright then. No mentioning that, that is fine!" He holds up his hands. "Jaskier… uh… is what you can call me… what I go by. I am Julian…"

Geralt growls again and yanks Jaskier closer. "Stop talking." The bard frowns and opens his mouth and Geralt cuts him off. "Do you have a room?"

"A room…" Jaskier repeats slowly, confusion on his face and in his voice. Geralt growls again and pulls the bard closer. Jasker gets a very distinct impression of the omega's hard cock against his thigh and he sputters. "Yes… uh… yes, yes. I quite understand the uh… pressing matter at uh… hand. I do have a room upstairs and I would… be very uh… willing to help you… with your… problem."

Geralt nods curtly and lets go of Jaskier. "Now."

Jaskier stumbles and nods. "Oh yes. No better time than the present, of course. Let me just fetch my lute and you get your pointy death blades and we will be on our way." He can hear Geralt's growl again but he is certainly not leaving his lute in this place with all these tone deaf heathens. He hurries across the tavern and grabs his treasured lute. He quickly throws it over his shoulder and turns.

Geralt stands where Jaskier left him. His swords are on his back and he glances around the room stiffly. A few of the patrons are staring at him, whispering and pointing. The Witcher breathes out as his eyes settle on Jaskier. He inclines his head and turns.

Jaskier hurries across the room and darts around in front of the Witcher. "Follow me, my dear Witcher, and we will get this matter settled." He hears the grunt in answer behind him and he increases his pace. He practically bolts towards the steps and up towards the rooms. He can feel Geralt behind him and he doesn't slow until he reaches his room for the night. He swallows, feeling a touch nervous again, as he reaches the door. His fingers tightens around the doorknob and he stills. It's not like he hasn't done this before, screwing around with someone he's just met. He travels the continent, playing songs and breaking hearts. He's left lovers in nearly every town he's stepped into, a trail of broken hearts that could span all the land. But, he thinks as he breathes out slowly, there's something different about this time, something different about the fast and odd connection he feels to this omega.

Geralt senses the bard's change and he takes a step back, putting more space between them than he really wants to. His whole body screams at him to grab the bard, to push him into the room and submit to him. But he fights the feeling, pushes the impulse down. The last thing he wants to do is force himself on the odd alpha. "Jaskier…"

Jaskier turns his wrist and pushes the door open. "Impatient, aren't you?" He straightens up and glances over his shoulder. He stills again and tilts his head, catching Geralt's expression. "Did I… uh… do something wrong?" He asks softly.

Geralt grunts again and looks away. "No." He grounds out the word and crosses his arms.

Jaskier turns more towards him. "Did you change your mind?"

Geralt turns his gaze back on the bard and shakes his head. "Did you?"

Jaskier is quick to shake his head as well. "No. Oh no, no, no. Noooo. No. Fuck no! Melitele's magnificent tits, please don't tell me no!" There's a very un-alpha-like desperate whine in his voice and he doesn't care one bit. "Unless it's no because you don't want to. We are strangers, after all. We just met, just happened into the same tavern like some cosmic meeting of fate… some thread binding us together… some call of destiny that…"

Geralt rolls his eyes and pushes the blathering bard into the room. "Stop talking." Jaskier stumbles and Geralt grabs a handful of his doublet. He holds the strange alpha steady as he guides them further into the room and pulls the door shut behind him. "Take your clothes off."

Jaskier stumbles back more when Geralt lets him go. "Now? Right now, now? Like right this second?" Geralt growls and nods and Jaskier breathes out. "Okay, yeah, sure. Now. Now is perfect." He turns and heads over to the table and pulls his lute off. He sets it down gently and turns.

Geralt follows, pulling his swords off as he moves. He reaches around the bard to set his swords down on the table beside the lute. He keeps his gaze on Jaskier as he moves, not taking his eyes off the strange alpha. Jaskier is unlike any Geralt has ever met. Maybe that's what attracted Geralt to him the moment he stepped into the tavern. He leans closer and inhales deeply. Under all the odd perfumes and oils, the odd mix of flowers and fruits, under the bread and tang of sweat, he can smell the raw scent of the alpha. He opens his mouth and swears he can taste the man in the air. But it's barely a trace under all the other heavy scents. A regular omega would never be able to tell. But Geralt isn't a regular omega. All his senses are heightened and he wishes he could get more of him. He's not fond of the frilly scents clinging to him and he's tempted to order a bath and dunk the alpha.

Jaskier stumbles back and knocks into the table. He reaches out behind him and grabs it, steadying himself. He meets Geralt's gaze and licks his lips slowly. "So uh… the weather lately… it's been rather uh… hot out, hasn't it lately…"

Geralt grunts and leans closer. He reaches behind the bard and touches his hands to the top of the table, pinning the alpha. He tucks his chin against Jaskier's neck and touches his lips to the man's skin. Then he opens his mouth and touches his tongue to the bard's skin. A thin layer of sweat clings to him and Geralt isn't shy about the way he laps it up, following the line of muscle up his neck to his chin. The alpha's scent is stronger, thicker and headier. It's intoxicating and the Witcher's mind edges closer to losing complete control of himself. He doesn't quite think he minds but this alpha is a stranger and he's not fond of the idea of triggering a heat so far from home. He's never spent a heat with anyone except his Witcher brothers and he's never been around an alpha that he feels could trigger one outside of the season.

Jaskier bites his lip against the moan rising from the very throat that the omega is covering with his scent. "Fuck!" He swallows and it's a mistake because Geralt's tongue follows the bobbing of his Adam's apple. "So uh… the uh… the weather… warm, I said, right?" He fumbles over the words. "Has it been warm outside? I actually can't recall… maybe it's been chilly… or both?"

Geralt growls lowly as he presses his body harder against Jaskier's. "Shut up!" He lifts his hands from the table and brings them to the alpha's waist. He keeps his lips and his tongue against the younger man's neck as he gets his hands between them and pulls at the frilly offending fabric covering the skin he wants to taste.

"Oi!" Jaskier snaps indignantly and promptly pushes the Witcher away. He narrows his eyes and glares at the mountain of a man. "Hands off the clothes!" He pushes Geralt away again and smoothes out the frilly fabric. "No wrinkling and certainly no ripping or we are done here." He snaps loudly and steps forward, pushing away from the table and crowding closer to Geralt. "Understand?"

A red hue spreads across the omega's pale skin and he sucks in a sharp breath. He nods his head and bites his lip as he feels a shiver run down his spine.

Jaskier's eyes narrow as he steps closer. "I expect an answer. Understand?"

"Yes!" Geralt gasps out and can't stop the tremble that passes through him when Jaskier gets close enough to touch. Geralt can feel the odd alpha's breath and he wants to attack him. Or get down on his hands and knees and present to him. But he doesn't do either and fights with every instinct in him. He tries to focus on anything except the intoxicating scent of the alpha. It's grown thicker in the air between them, stronger than the odd perfumes clogging his senses. Geralt can't help the strangled whine that leaves his throat and he immediately scowls at himself and turns. He crosses his arms and looks away. "Fuck."

Jaskier's lips twist into a smirk as he watches Geralt. He tilts his head as he studies the odd omega. He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. "That's the idea, sweetheart."

Geralt lets out a growl as he spins back around. "Can you?"

Jaskier's caught a bit off guard by the question. But then again, he's been caught completely and totally off guard by the entirety of the situation, since the very second he scented the odd omega. He tilts his head as he curiously asks, "Can I what?"

"Fuck." Geralt strides closer, locking his gaze with the off alpha. He lets out another growl, sounding much more wild and feral. "Like an alpha."

Jaskier fumbles, losing the bit of the upper hand he felt like he had gained in the situation. If he even had any at all to begin with. Because he's not entirely sure he had any at all. Like ever. In his whole life. He opens his mouth but Geralt is closer again and Jaskier is flooded with his arousal and he closes his eyes and a very distinctly moany sound comes from his throat and did he really just fucking moan like some wanton harlot?!

"You did." Geralt answers the unvoiced question, reading the alpha's thoughts in his expression. The omega smirks as he crowds in closer again. He doesn't touch Jaskier, the alpha's voice still in his head about not wrinkling his flashy clothes. "You smell… fuck!" Geralt's mouth goes dry and he swallows. "So many scents cling to your skin. Why do you mask it? Why do you parade around like a beta and flounce like an omega?"

Jaskier's mouth drops open and his eyes widen. His brain short circuits at the accusation and the possibly thinly veiled insult and he pushes the omega back. Anger flares deep in him and he doesn't miss the way Geralt flinches, the way the omega gasps and Jaskier thinks he hears a soft moan as well. And he certainly can smell the spike in Geralt's arousal again. "You're one to speak!" He snaps, moving closer, following the omega. "Everything about you just screams domineering alpha. Gods!" He practically moans and tilts his head back. "Those fucking muscles and just how strong are you? Like I've heard Witchers are big and scary and like super jacked but you literally look like you could rip me in half." He speaks quickly, his anger dissolving and morphing into arousal again. Fuck, will his emotions and instincts just make up his mind already? This back and forth shit is rather dizzying and he opens his mouth and continues. "And I felt your cock against my thigh and I'm pretty certain you could rip parts of me apart with it and I am highly interested in that prospect too after this round if you are up for more. I've never been one for labels or sticking too closely to what's expected of me and honestly, it's better for business if people see me as a very non-threatening beta." He says flippantly, tilting his head and shrugging his shoulders. He moves from one topic to the next fluidly. "I can sing all the lewd songs I want and flirt with everyone around if I'm just a beta with no interest in stealing omegas or challenging alphas and really I'm more of a lover and not a fighter and I will happily leave the fighting for you, sweetheart, because fuck, you've got some muscles and I really do want to attempt to hold you down though I am sure I wouldn't be able to at all…"

Geralt's instincts reel at every-fucking-thing that makes up this weird alpha and he growls again. "Will you please shut the fuck up and fuck me now?"

Jaskier blinks for a moment, startled. "Uh… yes? Yes we can do that now." He says quickly and nods his head. "I am quite surprised myself why we haven't started yet."

Geralt rolls his eyes and breathes out loudly. "Because you told me not to wrinkle your clothes and you still haven't taken them off!"

"Ohhhh…" Realization smacks Jaskier in the face just as sharply as if the omega's clear frustration had done it itself. If it could. If it was a solid entity and it certainly is a very good thing that it isn't because Jaskier isn't quite certain he could withstand such a thing. He blinks and scowls internally at himself because sometimes, he really is an idiot and he really needs to stop thinking because he tends to just get himself in trouble and… what the fuck?! "Geralt, my dear sweet omega, you may have noticed I am just a little bit out of my element here but I get the sense that you do not mind."

Geralt breathes out deeply and shakes his head. "I would have left long before now." He says softly. "Fuck, I knew from the start you were different. I… I like… I like it…" He admits softly and looks away. He breathes out, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

"Good, good." Jaskier nods as he lifts his hands. He makes quick and deft work of undoing his buttons. He catches the hitch of the omega's breath and Geralt's attention snaps back to him as he pulls his doublet free and turns. He takes it off as he steps closer to the table again. He folds it and sets it on the table. He sheds his undershirt in a much quickly matter and turns. Geralt's eyes haven't left him and Jaskier can feel the omega's intent in the air. His hands drop to the hem of his pants but he pauses. Geralt lets out a disappointed sounding whine and Jaskier smirks as he meets the omega's oddly intense gold gaze. "Although…" He tilts his head. "I find it unfair to be chastised when you are standing there, wearing far more than I am, and you've yet to remove anything…"

The words barely leave the alpha's mouth before Geralt is tugging his cape off and dropping it to the floor without care. He quickly moves on to tugging his armor off and discards it just as carelessly. He pauses long enough to bend and kneel on the floor as he removes his boots. Then he stands and without any hesitation or shame, he pulls his pants and underclothes off and discards them just as quickly. He stands, completely naked, in front of the odd alpha and waits.

Jaskier forgets out to breathe as he takes in the sight of the suddenly very naked and very muscly and very clearly horny omega in front of him. He swallows and his cock twitches in his pants and fuck, it's as if he's just remembered how hard his cock is and how tight his pants are and really, why has it taken this long for him to take his clothes off and why is he still not moving and fuck everything because he wants to run his fingers and teeth and tongue all over every inch of the omega's body and the cock that hangs between those thighs that look like they could crush him just doesn't seem possible. Because fuck… Jaskier's never been one to be insecure or feel inadequate about his own body but standing next to this God of an omega, he almost wants to keep his clothes on. Almost. The thought is gone just as soon as it forms because he can clearly see and scent and feel how the omega wants him just as much. Jaskier doesn't even try to hide the way he stares and licks his lips. "Are you… sure… you're an omega?" His voice squeaks a little, the pitch wavering as he asks the obviously and blindingly stupid question. Because yes, he knows the answer but still, he voices the question and shows a bit more of his stupidity.

The omega smirks and tilts his head. "I believe we have established that I am not the average omega."

"Oh no, no sir." Jaskier shakes his head, letting his gaze rake over the Witcher's body again. "There is nothing average about any inch of you."

Geralt smiles for a moment, enjoying the scrutiny and praise. He loves the way the alpha's attention is on him and he can scent how he affects Jaskier. It goes straight to his cock and he can start to feel the slick drip down the inside of his legs and he can't stop the way they tremble.

Jaskier's eyes widen and he steps closer. His nostrils flare, catching the scent, and he lets out a low growl. The sound seems to surprise himself just as much as Geralt and he flinches and blinks, shaking himself. "I uh… I… fuck!" He breathes out and steps closer. "Geralt… before… before this goes further… I need you to tell me exactly what you want. I don't… I don't want to do… anything you don't want me to."

Geralt steps closer. His eyes are darker and his voice lower. "Fuck me."

Jaskier shivers, his whole body trembling with the need to do exactly that. He nods his head and breathes out. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes. But uh… what about my uh…" He purses his lips and makes a popping sound.

Geralt raises an eyebrow and moves closer. He reaches towards the alpha and touches his fingers to the hem of Jaskier's pants. When the bard doesn't push him away and instead sucks in a quick breath, Geralt brings his fingers lower and grazes the other man's cock. He presses gently and circles it through the fabric, feeling it twitch under his touch. He holds Jaskier's gaze as he does so and tilts his head. "Do you think you're alpha enough to knot me?"

Jaskier growls again, louder than time, and grabs Geralt. He fists his fingers into the Witcher's long hair and yanks on him. Then he turns and practically hauls the omega towards the bed. He has no qualms about being too rough. He's damn certain the Witcher can snap him like a twig in a second. He knows he can't really force the omega to do anything he doesn't want to do and he has faith Geralt will stop him if he does. But still, he appreciates the way Geralt follows, the way he nearly stumbles along behind Jaskier and lets the weaker alpha push him towards the bed, as if he has any authority in this.

Geralt really does stumble for a moment, his head quickly growing hazy. He grunts as he collides with the edge of the bed. He catches himself before he falls and kneels on the floor for a moment. Jaskier leans over him and grabs his hair again. Geralt clenches his jaw and lets out a hiss. The alpha smirks as he yanks Geralt's head to the side and licks his neck. Geralt's entire body stiffens immediately.

Jaskier lets him go and practically jumps back. "Geralt?" He says the omega's name softly.

The omega drops his gaze to the floor and breathes out deeply. "Don't…" His mouth is dry and he has to pause and lick his lips slowly. "Don't… bite me."

Jaskier's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "Oh no. No, no, no." He moves closer and wraps his arms around the omega's shoulders. Geralt's still stiff but Jaskier hums and pulls the Witcher closer. "Shhh, my sweet omega." He coos softly and presses a chaste kiss to the exposed piece of skin at the base of his neck as his hair shifts. "I swear to you, such a thought never crossed my mind and it wouldn't. That is far too intimate and special for such an encounter." Geralt relaxes a bit and breathes out and Jaskier continues, keeping his words soft. "I would never dream of forcing a bond claim on anyone. I have no use for such archaic rituals. I quite enjoy my freedom to fuck and be fucked by whoever I want."

Geralt relaxes completely against Jaskier and breathes out sharply, the sound close to a laugh. Or a grunt. It's hard to tell with the odd omega who nods his head and hums. He turns in the alpha's arms and presses his lips against the other's. Jaskier opens his mouth, a gasp on his lips, and Geralt's tongue pries those soft lips open more and slides inside. The omega dominates the kiss hungrily, licking and nibbling and tasting all of the alpha's mouth.

Jaskier lets him. Or allows him. He's not really sure he actually has a real say in it with the desperate way Geralt presses against him. He's in no way complaining and doesn't want to stop the man. Except eventually, his chest burns and his head swims and holy fuck, Witcher's must have the lung capacity of a fish but Jaskier does not. Jaskier pulls away, getting a hand between them and pressing against Geralt's bare chest. He pants as he attempts to catch his breath. He can't even remember switching, with Geralt's arms around him and holding him. Jaskier can't remember letting the omega go. Because that just seems absurd! But here they are, he suddenly realizes, with Geralt's arms wrapped around his shoulders and holding him very tight. He blinks and tilts his head and smirks. "So kissing is on the table?" Geralt's eyes widen and Jaskier thinks he reads panic flashing across those oddly pretty golden irises. Jaskier smiles and dips forward to press a quick kiss to those marvelous lips he wants to map with his tongue. "Oh trust me, sweetheart. I do not mind at all. You just surprised me. I didn't think kissing would be part of the arrangement. Some find it too… intimate for a quick fuck."

Geralt's pale skin becomes distinctly pinker and he looks away. "Hmm." He hums and swallows and doesn't articulate an actual answer.

Jaskier can't stop the soft laugh that bubbles up from his chest and he presses his lips against the omega's ear. "Alright. So you want my lips and my cock but not my teeth." He says softly, his breath hot against Geralt's neck. The omega closes his eyes and nods his head and Jaskier smiles against him. "Bed." He whispers. "Now!"

Geralt grunts in answer and pulls himself up. He scrambles on the bed quickly, the need to obey the strange alpha strong. He can feel it radiating through him. He needs to obey and his entire body craves it. It has been so long since he gave in to an alpha. Over a decade, he thinks. He's fucked, of course. His weird body still goes through heats like a normal omega. It's always during the winters he spends at home with his wolf brothers. But he can't deny the weird, strong pull this weird alpha has over him.

Jaskier tilts his head, admiring the view. He can't stop the smirk on his face as the omega moves to the center of the bed. His mouth goes dry as Geralt remains on his hands and knees and wiggles his ass a bit, presenting. That answers his question of just how Geralt wants him and that's perfectly fine with Jaskier. He practically bounces on the bed behind Geralt and crawls closer. He leans over the omega and wraps his arms around him. All his senses are flooded with the omega and he closes his eyes. He inhales deeply and Geralt hums and arches his back, pressing himself harder against Jaskier. "Fuck…" The bard breathes out and reluctantly detaches himself.

Geralt swallows and licks his lips. "Jask… alpha…"

Jaskier can hear the strain in the omega's voice as he straightens up. He leans back a little and runs his fingers down Geralt's sides as he moves, loving the way the scars that twist over the man's body feels. He revels in the way Geralt pushes back against him. Jaskier chuckles softly as he moves to the omega's ass. He pinches the lovely skin before he removes his hands. Geralt lets out a rather high pitched whine and Jaskier smiles. "Just a moment, sweetheart. Gotta take off my pants."

Geralt grunts and sits back. He turns, twisting his spine enough to look over his shoulder at Jaskier. He narrows his eyes and glares at the bard. "If you don't hurry…" He clenches his jaw and grounds out the words. He leaves the threat open ended as he continues to glare.

Jaskier smiles as he way too slowly brings his hands to his pants. He fingers the laces and tilts his head. He opens his mouth and licks his lips, watching Geralt's lips curl in a snarl. "You aren't gonna do anything, omega." He sneers. "All worked up over my cock. Begging me for it. But you have to be a good boy to get it. You have to wait patiently. I'm the one in charge here and you will do what I say and that's it and…" He pauses and swallows. "What… what are you doing?"

Geralt twists more. He reaches behind and touches his index finger to his ass. He dips the digit between his cheeks and grazes his rim. He bites his lip at the sensation. The ring of muscle is already overly sensitive and he resists the urge to push his finger inside. He knows it would probably work but he's also certain he would lose himself if he did. Slick collects on his finger and he pulls his hand away quickly. He can feel Jaskier watching him and he lifts his gaze to meet those intoxicating cornflower blue eyes. He tilts his head and smirks as he lifts his hand and touches his finger to his mouth. He parts his lips and touches his finger to them. He spreads his slick over his lips.

Jaskier unconsciously licks his lips. He swallows and his mouth is dry. "That… what's… fuck, that's dirty and oh so hot."

Geralt leans closer and wraps an arm around Jaskier's neck. He pulls the alpha closer and touches his lips to his. Jaskier opens his mouth and groans loudly as he tastes the omega. Geralt kisses him again, holding him closer and moving against him until the alpha practically mewls into his mouth. The omega pulls away, a chuckle on his lips. He leans back far enough to smirk at the bard. "You were saying?"

Jaskier growls and leans forward to kiss him. He attacks Geralt's mouth, shoving his tongue as deep and hard into the omega's mouth as he could. Geralt whimpers and his arm tightens around Jaskier's neck. Then the alpha abruptly pushes him away. "Down!"

Geralt smiles and shakes his head. He leans closer again and kisses Jaskier's jaw. He peppers a few more kisses, quick and chaste, to the skin he can reach.

Jaskier turns his head, letting him and enjoying it way more than he thinks he should. "Fuck." He breathes. He whines and bites his lip in a very un-alpha like manner. Geralt hums against his skin and Jaskier can feel him smile and he swears he can feel the omega's amusement. Jaskier scowls and pushes Geralt away. The omega had challenged him. Geralt had pretty much challenged and insulted everything about him and he wants to prove the omega wrong. "I said down, omega!" He snaps. Geralt smirks and opens his mouth like he's going to argue more and Jaskier narrows his eyes. He growls and grabs the omega, pushing on him. He turns the Witcher and forces him back down on his hands and knees. He pretends it's him forcing the omega and it might very well be.

Geralt's trembling suddenly and he moves to obey. He settles back into position and tries to control the pitiful whine that escapes him. But he can feel Jaskier's spike in arousal and knows the alpha is pleased.

"Good omega." Jaskier says softly as he returns his hands to his pants. "Don't move!" He snaps as he finally pulls his cock free. He gasps as the air hits him and he leans over his Witcher again. He rubs his cock against the omega's ass and Geralt pushes back. Jaskier bites his lip against moaning as his cock slides between the man's cheeks. His cock drags against the omega's hole and Geralt throws his head back and arches and moans.

"Alpha…" The omega pants and pushes back against Jaskier again.

Jaskier nods as he straightens up again. He glances down and sucks in a breath. He takes his cock in hand and presses the head against the omega's hole. Geralt impatiently pushes back against him again. The head pops in and Jaskier growls. He lets go of his cock and digs his fingers into the omega's hips, attempting to stop him. "Geralt! I told you not to move!"

Geralt bites his lip harshly, the jolt of pain enough to clear the heady haze in his head for a moment. "And I told you to fuck me, bard! If you are not up for the task, then I will take care of myself."

Jaskier digs his nails in deerper and hears the omega's hiss. Without warning, he yanks on the omega's hips at the same time he thrusts his own. He forces his cock to the hilt inside the omega's slick entrance in one fluid motion. He gasps and stills and leans over Geralt's body, feeling the way the tight heat pulses and engulfs him. Geralt opens up for him, accepts him inside without any resistance at all and the omega moans and arches his back against him. Jaskier moans as he tries to shift back, pulling his cock from the omega's body slowly. But Geralt isn't having any of that and he quickly slams back against the alpha. All thoughts about being too rough on the Witcher are wiped from his mind as he feels Geralt shift back against him impatiently again and again but Jaskier still feels the need to ask. He leans closer, pressing his chest against Geralt's back. "Good?"

Geralt swallows and nods. He's too far gone for his mind to formulate any words. All he can seem to do is grunt and moan with volume enough to rival the best whore in all of the continent. But still, he tries to answer the man. He nods his head and lets out a low whine as he shifts back against the alpha again. He feels the man's cock shift in him and Jaskier feels amazing but he wants more. He wants the man's knot to fill him up, to keep him trapped for however long it takes for the alpha's knot to deflate. And he hopes it's a while. He prays silently to be stretched on the man's knot for hours.

Jaskier moans as he digs his fingers into Geralt's hips again. It's not the best answer but he can feel the omega's consent in the way he keeps grinding back against him. Any thoughts Jaskier has about being the one in control, being the one to fuck the Witcher as the omega begs, is fleeting. Because the Witcher is the one in control. And the alpha certainly doesn't mind. He enjoys the way the man shifts back against him, the way he keeps moving, driving Jaskier's cock deeper into his body. The alpha loses all sense of time as he moves with Geralt. He pulls his hips back and rocks them forward again just as Geralt does the same, shifting forward and then back at him.

Geralt moans and hangs his head. He rests his forehead against the bed and groans. He's lost control of himself. He knows he has. He never does, he never lets himself give in. He's never trusted anyone else before, other than his Witcher brothers. But there's just something about the weird alpha that he likes, something about the man that he wants every part of. And he really wants him. Fuck, the omega really wants the odd alpha. More than anything else in his odd life. "Jask…" He manages to gasp the alpha's name. "Please…"

Jaskier nods and grunts as he pushes himself up, off the omega. He leans more over him and pushes Geralt down. The omega lets out a breathy moan as he lets the alpha push him down. Geralt closes his eyes as he presses his face against the mattress. His arms and his chest are as well and he moans again as the alpha pulls on him. Then the alpha's hands are on his lower back, holding him down and Geralt whimpers. Jaskier lets out a low growl as he puts all his weight against holding the omega down. Deep down he knows it's not real. He knows the man's much stronger than him but still, he enjoys the way the omega feels under him. He pulls his cock back until the head catches on the omega's slick rim and then sinks back in, eliciting another moan from Geralt.

The room is filled with the slick sounds of sex, of skin sliding against skin. With grunts and groans and moans and the scraping and creaking of the aged inn bed. The alpha slams into the omega again and again, as hard and fast as he can. He can feel his knot swelling and he feels the sensation of the omega around him, making his cock throb harder. His thrusts grow more frantic, more desperate. Everything in him screams to knot the omega His hands slip on the omega's sweat slick skin and he groans as he falls, landing hard against the man. But the movement manages to force the alpha's knot to finally pop inside the omega's slick hole.

Geralt moans loudly the second the alpha's knot breaches him because finally. It has been so long since he let an alpha fuck him properly and his body had been craving the feeling of being full, of being knotted and filled. Even outside of a heat, the alpha feels perfect inside him and Geralt feels his cock twitch. He snakes a hand under him and wraps his fingers around his cock. He grinds back against the alpha and tugs on his cock and it only takes a moment more before he's spilling over his hand and the bed.

Jaskier gasps at the feeling of Geralt around him. The Witcher's body grips him and is hot and tight around his knot. He closes his eyes and leans more over the omega. He groans as he rests his forehead against the man's back. Everything is too tight, too hot and too much for a few moments and he can't think. He can't process or move as he feels and hears and scents the omega's release. "Fuck…" He's so close. So fucking close but he can't move. Geralt's scent is too cloying and he gasps.

Geralt chuckles softly to himself as he feels the alpha's spike of frustration and arousal. He pushes back against the alpha, grinding against him shallowly as much as he can. He groans as he feels the alpha's swollen knot tugging against his walls. And then he feels the alpha's cock twitching inside him and Geralt closes his eyes and moans again as Jaskier cums, flooding his channel with his seed.

Jaskier groans as he slumps against the omega, riding out the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the man's slick back. He feels exhausted and exhilarated and oddly satisfied in a way he hasn't in a long time or maybe not ever. He sighs deeply and rubs his cheek against the omega because even if this isn't real and it's just a random one time fuck, he wants the man to smell like him. He wants his scent to linger on the Witcher so bad.

"Jaskier…" Geralt's voice is low and thick. The Witcher swallows and licks his lips slowly. The fog in his head is still thick but it's better now and he can manage to get his brain to work.

"Hmm?" The alpha hums against the omega's back happily.

Geralt can feel him and he smiles. "Roll over." He says and it's all the warning he gives the alpha before he's moving. Geralt rolls over on his side, knocking the alpha on his back.

Jaskier pants and moans as he flails ungracefully on the bed behind the Witcher. He lets out an indignant snort as he shifts against Geralt, trying to get comfortable. The end result is shifting his very sensitive knot inside the omega. Geralt lets out a breathy whine and Jaskier leans closer and brushes his lips against Geralt's shoulder in apology. "Sorry." He mumbles softly, kissing his skin again. "Just trying to get comfortable for a while." Geralt hums and Jaskier smiles and leans against his back. "Fuck." He breathes out. "That was…" He doesn't finish, no words coming to his mind that seem appropriate.

Geralt smirks and laughs softly. "It was, bard." It's Jaskier's turn to hum and he lays his head on the omega's shoulder. Geralt laughs again. "Have I rendered you speechless?" Jaskier wrinkles his head and nods, brushing his sweaty hair against Geralt. Geralt raises an eyebrow as he leans his head back against Jaskier. "Is this all it takes to get you to shut up?"

Jaskier laughs softly and nods again. He yawns and stretches his arm around Geralt, shifting even closer. "I know we aren't bonded or mated in any way and I'm not bringing that up at all but sweetheart, if you wanna do that again, I would be very willing. Like a lot. Like we need to do that several times. And I would really enjoy a turn writhing under you."

Geralt closes his eyes and settles his head on the pillow. "That can be arranged, bard. Just give me some time to rest and I will make sure you can't walk right for a week."

Jaskier giggles as he lifts his head from Geralt's shoulder. He snuggles up against the omega's back, tucking his chin against the base of Geralt's neck. He breathes in the man's scent and he can't stop the shiver that runs through him at those promised words. "Keep saying such sweet words to me and you'll never be rid of me."

Geralt hums, his mind already half asleep. "I might be okay with that." He mumbles before sleep takes him fully.

Jaskier waits a moment, listening to the omega's breathing leveling out. Then he presses a kiss to his neck before he closes his eyes and lets sleep take him.