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Geralt had always assumed the bard was around average in size. He had seen him naked a couple of times before, but then Jaskier’s cock had been soft and looked like it was not small but also not overly big. That was until Geralt had walked in on Jaskier jerking off a couple of days ago. Geralt had finished his hunt sooner than expected and when he returned to the room, Jaskier had been lying on the bed, prick in hand, eyes closed and moaning. This had been the moment when Geralt had learned Jaskier was a grower. Geralt had not been able to move a bit as he saw that. Jaskier had just opened his eyes and asked him to close the door. Without thinking he closed the door behind himself and only then realized he would have wanted to leave. Jaskier hadn’t seemed bothered and just continued. Geralt had done his best to ignore him.
Since then whenever Geralt was looking at Jaskier, he saw this scene before him again and especially his enormous cock. He wanted to get his hands on this, his mouth, he wanted it in his ass and he was way too proud to say anything. So, he was just suffering in silence while Jaskier seemed completely oblivious. At least that was what Geralt thought until Jaskier finally spoke up one evening when they were at the inn.
“Either you stop staring at my crotch or you say what you want, Geralt, this is getting ridiculous,” the bard suddenly said and ripped Geralt out of his fantasies. The Witcher looked up startled.
“Mind sharing what’s happening in your head?” Geralt in fact did mind to share the picture of Jaskier splitting him open with his enormous cock. Instead, he looked away and pretended he had not heard what Jaskier had said.
“Geralt, you are… are you blushing? Oh, my fucking Gods, you’re blushing! I can’t believe it.” He stalked closer and leaned down to Geralt who was sitting in front of the bed. “Come on, mighty Witcher, tell me what you want. You clearly are interested in my cock and I can’t fault you for that, it’s magnificent.” Geralt rolled his eyes at this. Jaskier was not wrong if Geralt was honest, but it was so typical. Jaskier stared at him for a moment longer before he straightened up again. He just wanted to take a step back as Geralt’s hand grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pulled him closer. Jaskier did not resist and Geralt leaned forward, pressed his face against Jaskier’s crotch. He had never been someone to actually voice what he wanted, but maybe he could show Jaskier.
“Gods, Geralt, whatever it is you’re gonna do right now, please continue,” Jaskier said. Geralt was relieved that his bold move had not been rejected. He felt a hand in his hair, slightly scratching his head. Geralt started to move his mouth over the fabric and listened intently to Jaskier’s little pants. With a pleased smile he noticed Jaskier getting hard under his mouth.
“So, no talking, hm? I think I’m fine with that as long as you just keep… going… Gods, Geralt.” Geralt brought up his hands and started to undo the laces of Jaskier’s trousers, keeping eye contact with the bard to make sure he was not overstepping. He pulled down the trousers and was immediately greeted with this gigantic cock. He moaned as he took in the size of it. This close it was looking even bigger. Jaskier wrapped his fingers around himself and he did not manage to completely close his hand. Without thinking further, Geralt opened his mouth and leaned forward, taking him into his mouth as deep as possible. He felt the strain in his lips and then he felt the tip of the cock pressing against his throat.
“Oh fuck, Geralt,” Jaskier moaned, now both hands in Geralt’s hair. Geralt closed his eyes while he started sucking and his tongue played around the shaft. Jaskier’s hands in his hair pulled slightly. Without realizing it, Geralt had moved his hand to his own still clothed cock and pressed against it. He should stop before they came if he didn’t want this to be over soon. He pulled back and Jaskier’s cock slipped out from between his lips. When he looked up, he met Jaskier’s eyes.
“You have no idea how good you’re looking, having your mouth around my cock, Geralt,” Jaskier said and petted the Witcher’s head.
“Fuck me,” Geralt finally managed to say in a hoarse voice. Jaskier smiled at him fondly.
“Are you sure you can take me, darling?” Jaskier asked gently.
“Yes.”
“Well, then you should get undressed and on the bed,” Jaskier instructed as he shrugged out of his doublet. Geralt got up and fumbled with the laces of his trousers for a moment before he managed to open them and drop them to the floor. When he was finally naked, he crawled onto the bed and stayed on his arms and knees. Jaskier was naked as well and sat on the bed behind him.
“Is this how you want it?” Jaskier asked gently, rubbing a hand over Geralt’s back. The Witcher only nodded. He didn’t dare to choose a position where Jaskier could see him and his face could betray him, showing emotions. He also did enjoy this particular position a lot.
“You’re gonna need quite a bit of preparation, I think,” Jaskier said, his warm hand still caressing Geralt’s back. The Witcher only hummed in response, feeling already extremely relaxed when he felt a slick finger running over his hole. Geralt felt extremely limp in his position, hoping Jaskier wouldn’t mind the lack of response. Some panting and a few little moans were everything Geralt managed to get out as the first finger pushed in and started to slowly fuck him. Jaskier seemed determined to take his time with him and Geralt didn’t have it in him to protest, he felt way too relaxed and at the same time excited for what was going to happen.
When Jaskier inserted his third finger, Geralt’s moans grew louder and his body started to move against the fingers. Jaskier leaned over him, so he could whisper into his ear.
“Yes, come on, fuck yourself on my fingers, show me how desperate you are,” he whispered and Geralt growled in response while he forcefully pushed back. Jaskier used that momentum to insert a fourth finger and made Geralt scream. But then the bard stilled his movements for a while, he still allowed Geralt to move, but he was not doing anything.
“Are you ready for my cock?” Jaskier finally asked and Geralt nodded eagerly. “Good.” The fingers were pulled out, leaving Geralt feeling empty, but he knew what was about to come, so he didn’t miss them too much instead he spread his legs a bit more and pushed his ass up. And sure enough, he felt the tip of Jaskier’s cock push against his entrance. He grabbed the pillow under him as Jaskier slowly pushed in. Even four fingers had not prepared him for that. It was a lot to take and also just perfect. He had taken quite a number of cocks in his life but none like Jaskier’s and he felt like he was in heaven. When Jaskier was fully in him, he stilled for a moment, hand on Geralt’s shoulder.
“Are you alright, darling?” Jaskier asked. Geralt preferred not to explore the feeling the petname sparked in him and just answered with a simple “yes.” And then Jaskier finally started to move, he pulled out as far as possible without slipping out and pushed back in and Geralt had never before felt that filled up. It was like there was nothing he had to worry about in the whole world. Just him, Jaskier and the massive cock slamming into him again and again. His head fogged up more and more the closer he got to his orgasm and he barely realized when he came, just this big wave of pleasure running over him, letting him collapse on the bed. Jaskier was still pounding into him and Geralt wanted him to never stop this, but of course that wasn’t an option. It took a couple more, deep thrusts until Jaskier came inside of him and collapsed on Geralt’s back.
“Fuck, Geralt, this was amazing,” he panted. Geralt could feel Jaskier’s cock grow limp inside of him, but neither made an attempt of leaving the current position. Jaskier even got more comfortable on top of the Witcher. Only when the cum between Geralt’s body and the bed became uncomfortable, he moved and attempted and pushed himself up. Jaskier rolled from his back, pulling out with the movement. He looked at Geralt.
“We should get you cleaned up,” he said with a smile.