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“Jaskier?”
“Yeah, babe?” He looked up from his phone, piece of toast in hand.
Geralt put his fork down. “I have an idea. Something I’d like us to try… in bed.” He paused. Maybe breakfast wasn’t the time to bring it up.
“Another idea?” Jaskier gave him an amused look. “I’m still a little sore from all the ‘ideas’ you had last night.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned over to peck Geralt on the nose.
The sex last night had been mind-blowing, as usual. Geralt had realized early on in their relationship that it would never matter if it was their third or three hundredth fuck. The man left him in pieces every goddamn time, made him forget where he was, where he ended and Jaskier began. Maybe it was the contradictions that undid him so thoroughly - the firm and muscular body turned soft and pliable under his hands. They way Jaskier would sometimes laugh in bed - joyful and fizzy - but then in the next heartbeat look at Geralt with eyes that demanded a deadly serious fucking.
It was amazing. He was amazing. And yet... last night, as Geralt was standing at the end of the bed railing Jaskier, a vision popped into his head that he hadn’t been able to shake loose. Now, looking at his boyfriend, so damn sexy, sitting there in his old, stretched out One Direction tank top with his hair sticking up everywhere… Fuck. Might as well go for it.
“I’d like to... watch…” Geralt continued.
“Watch….?”
“Someone else… fucking you. While I...” he blew out a breath “...tell you both what to do.”
Jaskier’s mouth made a small round O as he took it in. “Would you now?” Then he gave Geralt a sultry look, toast momentarily forgotten. “Can’t say I’m opposed to that. Did you have a particular someone else in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking… Eskel.”
Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up. “Eskel? Eskel, as in your best friend Eskel?”
Geralt nodded, chewing on his lip.
“Hmm. Did you guys ever hook up?”
“Yeah.” Geralt flushed slightly at the memory. “In college. We got drunk and messed around sometimes. And it was good, but... we just stayed friends.” He couldn’t really explain why, they had just never taken an official step.
Jaskier took a bite of toast, chewing thoughtfully before he swallowed. “Well, he’s sweet and gorgeous, and I trust you both completely. If it’s what you want and he’s okay with it, absolutely, yes. Let’s try it.”
Relief washed over Geralt. “I love you.” He leaned over and kissed Jaskier soundly. He tasted like strawberry jam. “I’ll talk to him.”
* * * *
Geralt tried to go about his day in the office, telling himself that he would text Eskel after work, but once the image of Jaskier writhing and moaning on Eskel’s truly impressive cock rooted itself in his head.... He held off for about an hour before he ditched the paperwork and tapped out a text.
Hey, you free for a drink after work? 6:00?
Hell yeah, came the quick reply. Usual?
A little thrill went through Geralt, but then it quickly coalesced into a pit of nervousness in his stomach. How exactly do you ask your best friend to fuck your boyfriend while you watch?
Guess he had until about 6:15 to figure that out. Thankfully Vesemir wasn’t in today to give him shit for staring out the window half the time.
Somehow, Geralt made it through the day, managing to get the latest contracts organized and on Vesemir’s desk before he left. By the time Eskel sat across from him at their usual table, looking especially rugged in ripped jeans and a motorcycle jacket, Geralt was practically vibrating.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Eskel scooped up the pint already waiting for him and tapped Geralt’s glass. “Cheers.”
“Glad you could make it. How was work?” Geralt asked. Eskel usually had some good stories. He was a large animal veterinarian, and spent most of his days travelling from farm to farm treating horses and cows and the like.
“Great! Helped give birth to three kids… goats,” he clarified with a laugh, seeing Geralt’s brief look of confusion. “So fucking cute. Look, I took a picture…” He fished his phone out and flipped through it. “Here… they’re not slimy anymore…”
Geralt leaned over to look, enjoying the usual warm glow Eskel’s laugh gave him. “Yeah… they’re pretty adorable,” he agreed, taking in the fuzzy little creatures with big ears and curious faces. He knew goats were Eskel’s favourite.
Then Geralt got a whiff of his friend’s freshly applied cologne, and a swirl to his stomach reminded him why they were there. Eskel asked how things were at work, and they chatted for a few minutes, catching up on the day-to-day.
But it didn’t take Eskel long to notice something was up. “So… what’s going on?” he asked at a pause in the conversation, eyeing Geralt’s bouncing leg under the table.
No turning back now. “Wanted to ask you something.”
Eskel waited patiently while Geralt fiddled with a coaster.
“Jaskier and I… we were hoping you might… Don’t know how to say this… Would you want to… join us…. in the bedroom?” he finally managed to spit out.
Eskel froze, eyes wide.
Geralt’s cheeks burned. “You can say no. But we’re looking for someone for Jaskier while I... watch, and, uh… direct.” He took a long gulp of his beer, avoiding Eskel’s gaze.
“Wow.” Eskel rubbed a hand along the scars down the side of his face.
“You can say no,” Geralt repeated, filling the empty space.
“No, I mean… I’m just surprised. And flattered.”
Geralt watched the wheels turn in his friend’s head. Eskel really was painfully hot, all thick and muscly, black hair falling onto his forehead.
Eskel took a sip of his beer then raised his eyes to Geralt’s. “Would… uh… would you and I….?”
Geralt’s tongue swelled up, preventing him from speaking for a moment. He took another gulp. “Fuck… I hadn’t thought that far ahead. If you wanted to...?” Geralt shrugged, suddenly feeling the need to take his sweater off to cool down a little. An image of Eskel’s bare chest flashed into his brain. Fuck.
“Okay.” Eskel blushed and looked at his hands. “Maybe we can see how it goes...?”
“Sure.” Geralt nodded rapidly. Then it hit him. “So is that a yes?”
“That’s a yes.”
* * * *
“Hey,” Geralt greeted Eskel at the door the next night. He paused, unsure what the etiquette was here. Handshake? Manly back-slapping? But Eskel solved the problem when he reeled Geralt in for a hug.
Jaskier was standing behind them, watching with uncharacteristic shyness. “Hey, Eskel,” he said, slipping his arms around the man’s thick barrel chest for his own hug. “Thanks for… coming?” he giggled.
Eskel chuckled and gave Jaskier’s waist a squeeze. “My pleasure.”
They sat together in the living room, Jaskier between them on the couch, while Geralt poured them each a healthy tumbler of whiskey, just enough to take the edge off. He slid a hand onto Jaskier’s thigh as he took his first sip, grounding himself in the firm body under his hand.
“So, I guess we should talk for a bit first, establish some boundaries…?” Geralt ventured.
Eskel nodded and rubbed his scars.
He’s nervous too, Geralt realized.
As the talk progressed - expectations, no-gos, safe words - Geralt noticed Jaskier’s knee pressing into Eskel’s, and his fingers fidgeting around his glass. Eskel watched Jaskier back with heavy eyes, tongue poking out to lick up stray drops of whiskey. Geralt shifted, feeling the blood in his body being redirected. It seemed that the nervousness they had all been feeling was settling into… anticipation. When their glasses were empty and the conversation had tapered off, they stood up and trailed into the bedroom.
Their room was all ready, clean, fresh sheets on the bed, and flameless candles giving the space a soft, flickering glow. Geralt had arranged an armchair a few feet from the bed. He took his shirt off and sat in the chair. Jaskier and Eskel stood at the end of the bed, close together, but not touching. Watching him. Waiting.
Geralt took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
“Take off your clothes for us, Jaskier.” An intense curl of arousal wound through his gut hearing himself give a command.
Jaskier’s lips parted, cheeks flushed. He pulled his shirt over his head, then pushed his pants and boxers off, kicking them to the side.
Geralt licked his lips at the sight of Jaskier’s thickening cock. “Good. Look at you, getting hard for us already. Now undress Eskel, slowly.”
Jaskier slipped his hands under Eskel’s t-shirt, then pulled it off over his head. He bent his head to place a soft kiss on one pec, then his stomach. Next he unbuttoned Eskel’s jeans and slid them down his legs. He knelt to lift Eskel’s feet out, then he kissed one thick thigh, his knee on the other side, then a calf.
Eskel made a small rumble of pleasure.
Biting his lip, Geralt eyed Eskel’s bulge, straining against the poor fabric of his briefs. He was looking forward to seeing Eskel’s huge cock again, if he was being honest.
Then Jaskier reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eskel’s underwear and gave them a yank. Geralt and Jaskier both groaned as Eskel sprang free. Jaskier looked up at Eskel then leaned forward, so slowly, without breaking eye contact, to brush a soft kiss on the head of his cock. Eskel rumbled again, then held out a hand to pull Jaskier to his feet.
Geralt swallowed hard, watching the two of them look at each other, naked and gorgeous. Then they turned to rest their eyes on Geralt again.
“Kiss him,” Geralt instructed.
Jaskier gave Eskel a shy smile, then Eskel closed the distance between them and threaded his fingers into Jaskier’s wavy brown hair. He bent his head down to press his lips to Jaskier’s. Jaskier gave a muffled sigh and melted into him. Geralt’s cock twitched as Eskel’s tongue flashed and pushed into Jaskier’s mouth.
“Perfect… touch his cock, Eskel.”
Eskel wrapped a meaty hand around Jaskier’s length. Jaskier whimpered into the kiss.
“That’s good… stroke him a little…”
Eskel’s hand lightly slid up and down Jaskier’s shaft as Jaskier’s hands danced over Eskel’s back. Fuck, they were so beautiful. He could aleady see a bead of precome glistening on the head of Jaskier’s cock before Eskel’s fingers swept it away.
Geralt reached down to squeeze himself through his jeans. It was going to be harder to sit back and watch than he had expected. “That’s enough,” he decided.
The men broke apart, panting. Geralt felt another curl of pleasure at the way they did whatever he said.
Geralt held Jaskier’s eyes. “Lie on the edge of the bed on your back, babe. Knees up, hands above your head.”
Jaskier quaked with a small shiver before he obeyed. His cock bobbed to the side as he opened his legs.
Geralt groaned, eyeing the tight little hole on display. It was all he could do to prevent himself from throwing himself between Jaskier’s legs and pushing his tongue into him.
“Open him up, Eskel,” he said instead, gripping the arms of the chair. “Nice and slow. Tease him a little.”
Eskel must have read his mind, because he tossed a pillow onto the floor between Jaskier’s legs and settled himself on his knees. He took a milky white cheek in each hand, spread him wide, and pressed the flat of his tongue against Jaskier’s opening.
Jaskier gasped and arched his back. “Oh, fuck…”
Eskel dragged his tongue along Jaskier’s perineum, up to his balls. He licked at them, then swirled his tongue back down to his entrance again. Geralt suddenly remembered, vividly, that Eskel was very good with his tongue. Jaskier agreed, moaning as he fisted the sheets above his head.
Eskel lapped at the hole, tongue flicking at the rim. Jaskier squirmed and gasped.
The urge to pull his own cock out gripped Geralt but he forced himself to wait. “Does that feel good, Jaskier?” he murmured instead.
“Fuck, so good.” Jaskier gave a breathy laugh but it was cut off. “Oh, GODS,” he bit out, as Eskel pushed the tip of his tongue in. He worked it in a circle, twisting and pushing, until it was smoothly fucking in and out.
Jaskier made a high keening noise, as another bead of precome dripped onto his stomach.
“He’s ready for more,” Geralt told him.
Eskel pulled back and reached for the waiting lube, squirting a generous portion in his hand, before he slid a finger in.
“Fuck,” Jaskier spat, pressing a forearm over his eyes. “Oh god... I want his cock now, Geralt… Please…”
“You’re not ready yet, love.”
“Mmmmm…” Jaskier groaned, bearing down onto Eskel’s finger. “More, Eskel.”
“So eager,” Eskel murmured.
“Such a good boy,” Geralt agreed. “Look at him stretching open for you.”
Eskel slid another finger in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes,” Jaskier chanted, rocking into Eskel’s hand as it fucked him.
Eskel groaned. “The way he’s clenching down…”
“Just wait till he’s got a death grip on your cock.”
“Fuck,” Eskel muttered as he thrust another digit in.
Geralt licked his lips and leaned forward, admiring the way Jaskier’s rim stretched around Eskel’s three thick fingers. “That’s right, open him up wide, Eskel.”
Eskel dove forward and pressed his tongue back in alongside his fingers.
“Jesus FUCK,” Jaskier gasped. “Ahhhhhh…”
“Are you ready now, baby?” Geralt asked, squeezing himself again while Eskel worked.
“Please, PLEASE,” he panted.
“You’re being so good for us. Eskel, put a pillow under his ass. Good… line up your cock… Just tease him with it a little…”
Eskel gripped his own dick, smiling as he brushed it against Jaskier’s waiting hole.
Geralt watched Jaskier squirming. “You want his cock in you, baby? You want me to watch him fuck you?”
“Oh gods, yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Fuck, please… please.”
“Please what?”
“Please watch Eskel fuck me with his big fat cock.”
“Good boy.” Geralt unzipped his fly. “You heard him, Eskel. Fuck that tight little hole.”
Eskel took hold of one long leg and held it to his chest as he pushed the other knee back and thrust himself in.
“Oh fucking Christ, YES,” Jaskier cried, arching his back and wailing.
“Fuck,” Eskel grunted as he pulled out, then rolled his hips back in .
Jaskier grinded down against him with a cry.
“That’s right…” Geralt said softly, eyes on where Eskel’s cock was buried deep in his boyfriend. “Just like that.”
Again, Eskel slid almost the whole way out, then rocked back in, hips moving in a slow, sinuous wave. And again.
“Does that feel good, Jaskier?” Geralt couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled his dick out and wrapped a hand around it.
“Hnnnng,” was his reply, eyes screwed shut.
“Good, Eskel. More.”
Eskel rocked into him again, grunting with each push of his hips. “Fuck, he’s tight.”
“He’s perfect,” Geralt rumbled, sliding his hand up and down his length. “Now fuck him harder.”
So Eskel went harder, picking up speed until their skin slapped together, wet from spit and lube and precome and sweat.
Both men were keening, straining. Geralt stroked himself faster. The fuzziness of a building orgasm blurred his edges. He stood up, yanked off the rest of his clothes, and walked over to stand next to Eskel. His eyes hungrily took in Jaskier’s rim clutching at Eskel’s thick red cock.
“Ah, fuck, Geralt, he feels so good,” Eskel muttered. “I’m close.”
“You’re gonna come all over his ass and cock.” Geralt took Jaskier in his other hand and gave him a squeeze. “Almost there, baby?”
“Yes,” Jaskier gasped, bouncing hard on Eskel’s shaft.
“You come when Eskel does.”
“Thank you...” He gave a look of such love and trust that Geralt leaned over the bed and kissed him, rough and wet, his tongue probing deeply into Jaskier’s mouth.
Eskel pulled out and grasped himself, gave one, two strokes, then with a low groan, spurted all over Jaskier’s gaping hole and Geralt’s hand where he pumped him.
“Now, love,” Geralt growled as his own orgasm hit him. He shot his load onto Jaskier’s stomach while Jaskier came all over himself with an unhinged cry.
Geralt worked them both through the orgasm, gasping and moaning, while Eskel spurted again, until they were done, a tangle of sweat-sheened bodies.
Geralt looked at his love, trembling and flushed, covered in come from all three of them. He dragged a finger down his stomach, ghosted a fingertip over his softened cock, prodded at his hole. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Jaskier squirmed and smiled up at him with big, shining eyes.
Then Geralt looked over at Eskel, who was watching them, lips gently curled. “Thank you,” he said simply. Eskel’s smile grew as he nodded and handed him a towel.
They wiped Jaskier clean, both pressing kisses onto patches of skin, whispering praise. “You did so good, my love,” Geralt told him, lips brushing over his shoulder.
“You were perfect for me,” Eskel murmured, gently wiping at Jaskier’s thigh.
Cleaned up, the three of them climbed up the bed and fell onto soft pillows. Jaskier lay between them, back against Geralt’s chest, feet woven with Eskel’s. Geralt pulled a blanket on top and they dozed, breath slow and even. A while later Geralt finally had to get up to relieve himself, and then Jaskier took a turn.
While Eskel was in the bathroom, Geralt pulled Jaskier to him, smoothing his hair behind his ear. “Are you good?”
“Good? I’m fucking fantastic.”
Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too.”
“I think we should invite him back… if that’s okay with you.”
Geralt looked at him, his heart swelling. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
They were kissing softly when Eskel came back in. He climbed in behind Jaskier. “Don’t stop…’ he murmured when Jaskier hesitated and pulled back.
So they kissed some more, hands travelling along muscular limbs, tongue winding together.
When they finally broke apart, Geralt saw Eskel’s fingers trailing up and down Jaskier’s side. “So… that was fun,” Geralt ventured, figuring he might as well plunge in.
A lazy grain spread across Eskel’s handsome face, pulling at his scars. “Yeah…”
“We don’t have to make any decisions right now, but… we’d both like to do this again sometime.”
“Great… How about now?” Eskel raised an eyebrow at them, eyes flicking down to his own cock. Geralt’s gaze followed and saw Eskel was hard again.
Geralt smirked. He also remembered Eskel’s almost non-existent refractory time. He had liked to fuck Geralt again right after when Geralt was still soft.
“Can I suck your cock?” Eskel asked.
“Me?” Geralt blinked, realizing Eskel was looking at him.
Eskel gave him a crooked smile. “Yeah. I forgot how pretty it is.”
Geralt looked sideways at Jaskier who grinned and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Here, sit up a little…” Eskel shoved a few pillows towards Geralt, who propped himself up against the headboard.
Jaskier wiggled up to him and tucked himself against Geralt’s side. “I want a good view of this…”
Geralt slid his arm under Jaskier and gave his ass a squeeze.
Eskel scooted down and held himself up on his elbows over Geralt’s soft dick. His tongue poked out, lapping at the sensitive skin.
Then he looked up with a mischievous grin. “Remember that time I sucked you off in the closet at that party?” His breath was hot on Geralt’s cock. It twitched as Eskel gave it another lick. “I had a finger up your ass and you came so loud they applauded when we came back out?” He rumbled a low laugh and sucked the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around his slit.
“Yeah… I remember,” Geralt muttered as his cock filled. “Gods, your fucking mouth…”
Eskel took Geralt’s entire length in before he got fully hard, the only time the whole thing could fit. Geralt moaned as Eskel’s throat quivered around him.
Gently suckling, Eskel held him, his tongue rippling along the velvety skin. Geralt’s heart started to pick up. One of Eskel’s hands slid between Geralt’s thighs and cupped his balls, rolling them between strong fingers. One fingertip teased around his hole.
Jaskier whimpered, one hand snaking down to grip his own thickening cock. The little noises he made as he began to touch himself went straight to Geralt’s dick.
It was only moments before Geralt was fully hard, and Eskel was forced to pull back a little, saliva dripping from his mouth. Then he got to work.
Jaskier’s fingers twirled through Geralt’s chest hair, tweaking his nipples as he stroked himself. They watched Eskel’s mouth bobbing wetly up and down Geralt’s thick shaft.
Geralt gasped as Eskel sucked his cheeks in and dragged his lips up his cock, the tingling in his groin getting warmer and fuzzier as it threatened to sweep over him.
Abruptly Eskel pulled off, a thread of saliva trailing from his lips.
Then before Geralt could blink, Eskel’s hand shot out and grabbed Jaskier’s hip, pushing him back, and he swallowed Jaskier’s cock down.
“Oh, you little fucking tease,” Geralt murmured, reaching down to give Eskel’s hair a tug.
Eskel groaned around Jaskier’s length.
“I forgot you were such a cockslut,” Geralt muttered, pulling his hair again.
Jaskier moaned and pinched Geralt’s nipple a little harder. “Fuck…”
Geralt watched Eskel’s lips tight around Jaskier’s dick, his own still throbbing.
It didn’t take Eskel long to work Jaskier into a writhing, panting mess, then he moved back to Geralt.
“Ah…” Jaskier whined, “not fair.” He quickly took himself in hand again, now jerking himself off in earnest, his cock wet with Eskel’s spit.
Geralt growled as Eskel took him in again. “No more teasing, princess. Make me come with that sweet mouth of yours.”
Eskel sucked and pulled and licked until Geralt teetered on the edge. He clutched Jaskier’s ass with one hand and reached for Eskel’s head with the other. He thrust up into Eskel’s mouth as he came with a growl.
Eskel’s long throat rippled as he swallowed Geralt’s come, then without so much as a breath, he dove back onto Jaskier’s leaking cock.
“Gods, look at you go-ahh” Jaskier breathed as Eskel hollowed his cheeks and pulled hard. A high-pitched moan was the only noise he could make as he came.
Eskel swallowed his spend too, then pulled off and knelt above them with a self-satisfied smirk.
“I’d forgotten how good you are at that,” Geralt said, reaching up to wipe a drop from Eskel’s lower lip. “I forgot a lot, it seems.”
Eskel shrugged. “It happens.” His eyes were so kind, like always.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget,” Jaskier piped up, luxuriating in a slow stretch. “But what about you?” he asked, nodding at Eskel’s throbbing cock. “How about you take my ass again?”
“Really?” Eskel asked, shooting a glance at Geralt.
Geralt shrugged at Eskel with a half smile and kissed Jaskier’s temple. “You’re amazing, baby.”
Jaskier got onto his knees and elbows. “I want to feel you in me still the next time Geralt fucks me.” He pressed his forehead to the mattress, his ass high in the air. “Don’t hold back.”
Eskel knelt behind him, ran his hands down Jaskier’s back then gripped each cheek and pulled him open. Jaskier’s hole waited, still wet and stretched out. Eskel pushed two fingers in. “I could just finger you all day,” he muttered as he found the nub of Jaskier’s prostate. “Watching you squirm and moan for me.” He crooked his fingers as Jaskier shuddered.
“Fuck into him real slow,” Geralt said. “Make him beg.”
He watched the head of Eskel’s cock pop through Jaskier’s rim.
Eskel moaned, just rocking in and out an inch, the ridge catching on the swollen rim.
“More…” Jaskier begged. “Please…fill me up, Eskel.”
“Hush… we’ll get there.” He thrust in a tiny bit further, the head of his cock disappearing into Jaskier. He teased him there for a while as Jaskier squirmed.
“Gods, Eskel,” he finally sobbed. “Please.”
“You want my cock?” Eskel thrust in the whole way, bottoming out with a grunt. Jaskier cried out.
Geralt bit his lip and smoothed a hand into Jaskier’s hair. “Good boy, taking him again like this...”
Eskel lost no time finding a rhythm, pounding Jaskier’s hole. He pushed his black hair back off his forehead then squeezed the back of Jaskier’s neck with one hand, gripping his hip with the other. “You like Geralt watching us, don’t you? You like him seeing you be such a good boy for me...”
“Yes,” Jaskier whimpered.
“Fuck,” Geralt muttered. “Pump him full, Eskel…”
Eskel fucked him hard until they were both near sobbing, Jaskier’s cheek pressed to the mattress. Then he came with a shout, holding Jaskier down on his cock as he filled him up.
Eskel pulled out, panting, his dick soft and dripping come. Geralt took hold of Jaskier’s knees and pulled him around to face him. He paused to take in the sight of Jaskier sprawled before him, fucked out and sweaty, his dick still soft on his stomach. Geralt pushed his knees open and dove into Jaskier’s ass with his tongue. Jaskier hissed at the contact on his sensitive rim.
“Shh, it’s okay, babe,” Geralt muttered, smoothing Jaskier’s ass and thighs. “Just relax. I’m going to clean you up.” Geralt lapped at the mess, probing deep with his tongue, until not a drop of come remained.
Eskel watched him work, eyes heavy. As Geralt sat up, wiping a finger along his lips, Eskel dove forward and kissed him. Geralt made a surprised noise but then the feeling of those lips against his, the jagged bit where the scar tissue left a little notch… it felt familiar, comfortable, and so good.
He heard Jaskier sigh happily. “You two are beautiful together.”
Geralt turned to look at his love and felt his heart overflowing with gratitude. Wordless, he scooped Jaskier up and tucked him against his chest as he lay back on the pillows. Eskel followed suit, facing Jaskier as they stretched out.
“Maybe next time you guys tie me up? Take turns?” Jaskier suggested lazily, batting his doe eyes. He wiggled his bum back into Geralt.
Geralt’s exhausted cock still managed a twitch. “Even completely fucked out you’re thinking about next time.” He pressed his lips into Jaskier’s hair and kissed the top of his head.
“Fuck,” Eskel muttered, sliding a little closer to Jaskier. “I don’t know how I managed to get myself in here but…”
Geralt reached across Jaskier’s hip to take Eskel’s hand. “I guess you never left.”