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THE EMERALD APPLES
By Senashenta
The Novigrad markets really were spectacular. You could find things from every corner of the Continent in them, anything you wanted or needed—which was why Jaskier was wandering around them with a shopping list in hand, picking up odds-and-ends for Geralt’s potions while the Witcher saw someone about a Contract nearby. He’d also grabbed a honeycake (for Geralt’s supposedly non-existent sweet-tooth) and some new sewing supplies for fixing up Geralt’s armor and clothing when it inevitably got damaged.
He was finished and just about to leave the markets when he spotted the stall selling apples, and considering he’d bought a treat for Geralt, thought it was only right that he buy one for Roach as well. The stall had a half-dozen kinds of apples, including the ones he knew were Roach’s favorite, so he picked out a few of them for her.
That was when the green apples caught his eye. They were medium-sized and perfectly round, almost the color of emeralds. They looked delicious, and Jaskier had never seen apples like them before. There were only two left, not enough for Roach, but definitely enough for himself and Geralt—so he plucked them up and bought them as well before heading off toward the inn they were staying at.
On the way he pulled out one of the emerald apples and took an experimental bite… and it was just as delicious as it looked! Pleased with himself and his purchase, Jaskier continued eating as he walked, making it back to the inn in no time—he was just polishing off his apple as he walked into their room, only to find Geralt already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, reading over his Contract.
Jaskier grinned and plucked the second emerald apple from his bag, tossing it over to Geralt, who caught it without even looking up. “I found these at the market. Try it, they’re really good!”
Geralt finally tore his gaze away from the Contract, but not because of Jaskier’s words—because the instant the apple touched his hand his medallion started vibrating like crazy. Golden eyes narrowed down at the fruit before flicking over to Jaskier. “You didn’t eat any of these, did you?”
But Jaskier wasn’t paying attention. He was staring at Geralt, expression unreadable. After a moment he stepped father into the room, closed the door behind himself, set all his parcels on the floor, and then made his way over to where Geralt was sitting. Taking a seat next to him, he reached up to thread his fingers into white hair and then leaned up to kiss Geralt firmly.
Geralt leaned away and huffed a sigh. “You definitely ate one.”
Jaskier just whined and leaned closer to try to kiss him again. “So what if I did?”
“Jaskier, they’re enchanted.” Geralt started to explain, only to be interrupted by Jaskier’s free hand groping along his thigh. He quickly grabbed hold of it before it could stray anywhere more scandalous. “My medallion is going off like a bell. Why do you think you’re trying to grab my dick right now?”
“Because I love you. And because I love your dick. It’s a very nice dick.” Jaskier informed him matter-of-factly, trying to wrestle his hand away from Geralt’s grip. “Pretty to look at. Feels fucking fantastic. Bet it tastes good, too.”
“Gods give me strength,” Geralt dragged Jaskier’s hand out of his hair, too, holding both his wrists now. “What do I have to do to convince you to be more careful with what you fucking eat?”
“How was I supposed to know?” Jaskier protested, then, probably too enthusiastically; “maybe you should punish me!”
The Witcher actually balked at that, giving Jaskier a dubious look. He was quiet for a couple of minutes, just wrestling with the bard as he tried to get his hands back and thinking things over. The spell was a fairly obvious lust casting, and normally those were broken if the object of said lust was… obtained. So it once again boiled down to him fucking Jaskier because the other man had eaten something weird. It was starting to become a trend.
As for punishing him… that was obviously something he was interested in. So maybe.
Geralt sighed again and let go of Jaskier’s wrists. Jaskier immediately began groping at him, hands running up and down his chest, along his thighs and inward—and he couldn’t help it when his cock began to stir. “Come here.” He grunted, grabbing at Jaskier and half-throwing him over his lap, “you want me to punish you? I’ll punish you.”
Jaskier squealed and squirmed over Geralt’s lap, obviously excited, if the hard-on pressing into the Witcher’s leg was any indication. He wouldn’t have pegged Jaskier as being into that kind of thing, but, well… there they were. Geralt let his hand come to rest against Jaskier’s ass as he looked down at him contemplatively—and then drew back and landed a hard spank a moment later.
Jaskier jerked and hissed, then sighed out a moan, squirming even more and making Geralt’s free hand come up to hold his shoulders down. “Geralt… more…!”
Rubbing his hand against Jaskier’s rear, Geralt swallowed slightly, then landed another strike, hard and swift—followed by another one, just as firm and quick. Jaskier moaned outright with each strike, grinding his cock against Geralt’s thigh—and Geralt was hard himself, now, cock jutting up to poke into Jaskier’s soft belly.
Growling softly, Geralt finally jerked Jaskier upright again and reached to undo his trousers, yanking them and his smallclothes down before pulling him back across his lap again. The next strike landed with the sharp sound of skin on skin with nothing in-between, and Jaskier howled, hips bucking. He stuffed a knuckle from his right hand into his mouth to muffle himself after that.
Geralt hissed, trying to control his breathing as he continued spanking Jaskier, hard, sharp strikes that left Jaskier’s ass pink and stinging, made him squirm and rut against Geralt’s leg—until finally the bard jerked, muffling a shout as he came completely untouched.
Slumping a little, Jaskier let his knuckle fall out of his mouth and swallowed hard, pushing back out of Geralt’s lap—and then sliding down onto his knees between the other man’s legs. He quickly undid Geralt’s trousers and pulled his cock out, giving a pleased little sigh and then licking over the head before sucking it into his mouth. “Mmm…”
“Jaskier…” Geralt’s hands hovered over the bard, unsure if he should touch him or not. Letting Jaskier suck him off while under the influence of a spell was… dubious. But by the time he was thinking that Jaskier was already on him, sucking up and down his length, grazing his teeth just the right amount and fuck. Fuck.
For his part, Jaskier was thoroughly enjoying having his hands on Geralt. He’d wanted it for so long, wanted Geralt to be his, and if this was the only way for him to have it, he would take what he could get.
Now he bobbed his head, sucking Geralt off with great enthusiasm, loving the feel of him in his mouth, against his tongue, the taste of him. “I was right,” He informed, pulling back to grin up at Geralt, both hands stroking his cock, “you do taste good.” Then he dove back down to suck Geralt back into his mouth, sliding deep until the Witcher’s cock was buried deep in his throat—and he swallowed around him, deep throating until Geralt’s hips jerked and he came with a grunt.
Jaskier swallowed everything down, then lifted off of his cock with a gasp, panting for air. He sat back on his haunches, licking his lips, and smiled up at Geralt—
—then seemed to pause and stare into the middle-distance for a long moment before jerking slightly, blinking and looking around. “What…” Trailing off, he swallowed hard and stood, jerking his trousers back up awkwardly. “That, uh… I’m sorry about that, Geralt. That spell was really… really something.” And then, flushed red, “thanks for, you know, taking care of me. And all that.”
“Jaskier…” Geralt hurried to tuck himself back into his breeches and stood, hands hovering once more, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
“No, no, it’s fine!” Jaskier gave a nervous laugh. Some of the things he’d said while under the spell’s influence were just a little too close to the truth, that was the problem. “I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re fine, right?”
Geralt hesitated at that because were they? Something felt like it had changed. “Sure,” he finally allowed, “we’re fine, Jask.”
Jaskier smiled, albeit forced. “Mn.” He repeated, “we’re fine.”