I come from AO3! And just wanted to say oh man, am I hooked, line, and sinker for the virtues in the verse. I am here for it, the pining, the angst, the fake relationship. So so so so excited. How do you plan for the chapters to come? Play by ear? Outline? Anyways, just wanted to pop in and say, big fan! You're awesome!!!
Hi! I am so glad you are enjoying Virtues! It’s a lot of fun to write.
For this one (and my other multi-chapter fic) I start with like a general idea of the major plot points I want to hit—so for Virtues I have a list of the major tropes I want to use—but a lot of it is playing it by ear and then figuring out how to link the stuff that I want to include together.
Thank you so much for the ask 🌼
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Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Geraskier
Tags: miscommunication, fledgeling bottom!Geralt with many issues, Jaskier just wants to treat his Witcher right
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Anal sex is no commonplace act in any part of the Continent and Geralt has never been with another man. Without anybody teaching him differently he can only believe what he overhears in taverns and casual conversation -which is that anal sex is uncomfortable at best, intensely painful at worst. The kind of thing you do when forced or to please your partner, but never for the pleasure of the act itself.
Now he’s here, with Jaskier in their room at yet another shabby inn and the bard is clearly expecting something. You can’t thirst after somebody for nearly 10 years and then be satisfied with a quick handjob.
Jaskier is lying under Geralt right now, sprawled out on the bed, because the Witcher hadn’t known any way to go about this other than pushing his partner down and asserting some sort of dominance. The bard isn’t spooked though, quite the opposite, if his scent and the pure excitement in his bright blue eyes are anything to go by. But Geralt doesn’t want to hurt him. Not at any cost.
The idea of having Jaskier lie there and take it, clenching his teeth through the pain, just to please Geralt, is abhorrent. So instead, the Witcher offers himself up. Or rather, he drops down onto the bed next to where Jaskier is lying and resolutely gets onto his hands and knees.
Jaskier looks questioning until Geralts’ stare cows him into submission (“Well, get on with it.” “Uh, right.”) and the confused bard goes to fetch some oil (which makes Geralt release a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding).
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Geralts’ sudden change in demeanour feels… off. But Jaskier can’t quite put a finger on it and if Geralt is so insistent to be on the receiving end then… okay? The minstrels’ head is still spinning from the fact that he has gotten the Witcher into his bed at all, so he is terribly eager to make a good impression and demonstrate his prowess. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.
Truth be told though, Jaskier does prefer getting fucked to doing the fucking. He has been dying to get the Witchers thick cock inside him since he first caught a glimpse of it, many, many years ago. Now he knows it grows even bigger than he dared imagine when fully aroused. And it’s not only long but also thick, so girthy in fact, the bards’ fingers couldn’t quite reach all the way around it.
It’s a shame. Jaskier looked forward to the challenge.
But well, hopefully, this is not a one-off happenstance and hopefully, at a later date, Geralt will be up for giving it to Jaskier good and proper. For now, he’s happy to focus on his Witchers’ pleasure.
Except that when he returns to the bed, a small jar of oil in hand, and starts to gently trace a path down to Geralts’ hole, it quickly becomes apparent that enjoyment is far from the man’s mind.
The White Wolf is tense and quiet. Unmoving even when Jaskier drapes himself across his back and peppers tender kisses over his neck and shoulders.
Maybe, Jaskier thinks, he’s just shit at picking up on Geralts’ more subtle body language but… no. Five minutes ago, when they were undressing and first discovering each others bodies, Geralt had been quite responsive, vocal even! He’d hummed into hungry kisses, growled as he pushed Jaskier down onto the bed and gasped softly whenever the bards’ inquisitive fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.
It had been delightful.
Now there is only grave silence. Jaskier can see Geralts’ hands clenched in the sheets.
“You know, if you’d rather-”
“Just keep going, it’s fine.”
Jaskier kinda doubts that. But if Geralt says to continue…? Maybe he’s just a bit nervous.
Hoping some distraction would help the man relax, Jaskier slicks up both his hands and brings one down to play with Geralts length. It had softened a bit but jumps and fills at the touch, which Jaskier takes as a good sign. With the other hand, he continues to massage the skin around the tightly furled opening. Not pushing in, just trying to get it used to the touch.
After a few tense moments, the tactic seems to pay off.
With his body still draped over the Witcher, Jaskier can feel the other man relax in increments. First his arms and shoulders, then the spine dropping into a more natural curve. Finally his hips and thighs too, legs inching apart just a bit further to give the hand stroking his dick more leeway. Wetness gathers at the head of Geralts’ cock.
Experimentally, Jaskier increases the pressure of his other hand, dipping a fingertip into the softening ring of muscle. He retracts it before Geralt has even the chance to tense back up.
“You’re doing good. Just relax, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”
The Witcher only gives a huff in acknowledgement. The kind of sound he makes when he knows an answer is expected, but not what kind. Maybe he has never done this before?
It is probably crazy Jaskier hasn’t considered that until this very moment but look, Geralt is old. Twice as old as Jaskier at least, and since he obviously is into men as well as women (Jaskier isn’t vain enough to believe he is the first man to ever have caught the Witchers’ attention), to think Geralt would be a virgin in this act… that doesn’t sit right.
If he is, why would he be so insistent on receiving yet not say anything to make sure his partner knows to be careful? It wasn’t like Jaskier would judge him for his inexperience, Geralt had to know that.
A shudder running through the body below him pulls Jaskier from his musings. On autopilot, he had continued working a finger inside the hot clutch of Geralts’ body, pulling it back and then pushing in again a little bit deeper on every turn until the muscles learned to accept the intrusion.
It was fully inside now, which shouldn’t be a terribly impressive feat when their aim is to put the whole of Jaskiers cock in there soon, but the Witchers’ body tells a different story.
As Jaskier pushes in just a bit further, making him feel the thickest part of his finger, Geralt whimpers quietly and twitches, panting slightly and shifting his hips as though he doesn’t know what to do with this sensation, like he can’t decide if he wants more of it or less. His lower back, which had previously dropped into an almost submissive bent, now bows again, shifting his whole body forward to evade the intimate incursion. An instinctive motion.
Definitely a virgin.
Which. Makes the bard feel even more conflicted as to how to proceed. Geralt obviously doesn’t want to talk. Jaskier is certain if he tries to ask again if he is sure, if he really wants this, he would only get snapped at again and no real answers. The Witcher has away of getting quite huffy when pestered for words he doesn’t want to (or can’t) say and the bard is loathe to risk the nights proceedings because he’s being a worrywart. But… he doesn’t want to hurt Geralt. Or frighten him.
If there is any chance the other man had only claimed the receiving role because he felt like he had to for some reason (maybe he thought Jaskier would be intimidated by his size? Who knew.) then surely they must talk about that before going any further.
>>>>> Read the rest on ao3!
Thank you @dinahdarling for the general inspiration because you always post the best geraskier angst :D
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I’m opening for commissions again, but I’m doing them a bit differently than I usually do, so please make sure to read the whole post!
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