A Young, Horny Lambert Sets His Sights On An Older Hunk Of Witcher Beef. CW: Age Gap, Flirtation.

A young, horny Lambert sets his sights on an older hunk of Witcher beef. CW: age gap, flirtation.

"I'm going for it."

"Lambert, don't be a fucking idiot. They'll laugh at you."

"They might, but he won't. You miss all the chances you don't take, right?"

"Your funeral."

Lambert licked his lips and smoothed his hair back as he stood. He hadn't torn his eyes away from his mark for a single second since said man had swaggered into the hall a few hours before. This was the winter he'd do it. He was a man himself now, which meant he had every chance of bagging himself the hunk of good-lookin' he'd been coveting from the moment his dick had started getting hard at night and hair had appeared on his jaw.

Eskel.

It wasn't just that Eskel had two decades on Lambert or that he was becoming a seasoned witcher. No other Witcher in the keep compared. Sure, some tried. They might step toe to toe during drills or try to outflame Eskel's igni, but they never could. The only one that outmatched Eskel was his pale shadow, Geralt. They even looked a little similar. But cream puff was a fucking bean pole of a man, and that shitty headband...

N'aw, Lambert wanted big. He wanted heat, and honey eyes, and that thatch of dark hair he'd seen on Eskel's barrelled chest in the baths, and that huge fucking d--

"You lost, Lambert?"

Lambert blinked. Gweld, the ginger prick, was frowning at him, ale tankard halfway up to his mouth. The others had paused their card game; Clovis looked drunk, Geralt was slouched back trying to see Clovis' hand and Eskel was watching Lambert speculatively.

Watching, with those honey-coloured eyes that turned Lambert inside out. The words caught in Lambert's throat; shit, fuck, why was he so fuckin' stupid the moment Eskel looked at him?

He took a breath, conscious of Clovis elbowing Gweld with a chuckle, while Geralt looked over with a smirk.

Lambert found his words. He folded his arms, thrust his chest out, widened his stance and put on his best cocky smirk. "Was just wonderin' whether Eskel wanted some better company. You losers can't handle your beer at the best of times."

They laughed. Gweld elbowed Eskel who cocked a half smile, eyes rolling not at Lambert, but his friends, proving Lambert's point. Obviously.

"Is that right?" Geralt asked, amusement turning his narrow face bright with a toothy grin. Lambert had been told that as witchers matured they honed their sense of smell, could identify a man's emotions from his body language, the flush in his skin. Lambert knew Geralt had him sussed. "And what kinda company are you offering?"

"Geralt..." Eskel growled in warning, and it went straight to Lambert's groin. Fucking hells.

"Whatever he wants. I'm a man of many talents."

More laughter--"little man has game, shit; fuck, I'm chokin, too funny"--but Lambert wasn't put off. Eskel's eyes were on him, warming him like the sun. The lines around those eyes were wrinkled with mirth, and damn if that smile wasn't snatching the breath right out of Lambert's chest.

"Does your master know you're out?" Eskel asked, placing his cards face down. He leaned back in his chair and slung his elbow onto the back of it, knee turned out while a hand tapped at his drink.

Lambert tried to keep his eyes level and resist the urge to... look. Eskel's codpiece put on an absolutely fucking heroic effort, but it could only hide so much and that was when Eskel was soft. "What he don't know can't hurt him. No business of his who else is in my bed as long as I am."

Eskel pressed his lips together to smother his smile while the others guffawed. More was said but Lambert didn't really hear; he was too focused on keeping his heart from beating out his chest and appearing suave.

Eskel hummed. "Aren't you a little young to be lookin' for that kinda fun?"

"Worried you won't be able to keep up, old man?" Lambert felt momentum. He could do snark, he could meet Eskel on this well worn ground, toe to toe, and the way Eskel's head tilted to the side and his eyebrow rose. It wasn't a no, right? He looked interested. Amused, but he didn't dismiss Lambert outright.

Gweld slapped Eskel on the shoulder with a bark. "Eskel here's got stories that'd make your balls shrivel up into yer belly, lad. I don't think he's a good choice for yer first ride, best drop your ambitions."

"Fuck off, Gweld," Eskel said, but there was no heat to his words. Just wry amusement.

Geralt snorted into his drink and Clovis made a vulgar gesture with his hand, but before Lambert could respond a familiar voice barked through the hall and sucked all the building sexual tension into a vacuum. "Lambert, get your arse to bed, you missed roll call!"

Lambert clenched his teeth, shoulders lifting towards his ears. For fuck's sake...

Three of the witchers in front of him groaned in mock empathy. "Oof, tough break, Lambino. Cock blocked by Vesemir," Gweld said, shaking his head while Geralt and Clovis snickered. "Don't worry, we've all been there. Ain't that right, Gerbear?"

Geralt guffawed in protest and smacked Gweld on the shoulder. It quickly devolved into a wrestling match on the floor, one which Gweld was definitely going to lose. Eskel watched them briefly before he looked back at Lambert. "Another time perhaps," he said, toasting Lambert with his ale. "G'wan, before he decides the target dummies are a little light on straw."

Lambert grunted, frustrated, but stalked away. He'd made inroads, and the way Eskel's eyes had shone, and that crooked grin. Eskel hadn't outright rejected him, hells, he'd--well, that smile... Eskel didn't smile at everyone like that.

Lambert laid in bed with that smile behind his eyes and a hand under the sheets, determined that it would be Eskel's instead of his own by winter's end.

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The meme

XENA: WARRIOR PRINCESS (1995–2001) Season 6, Episode 3, 'Heart of Darkness'

Kink prompt 8+19 🤗

(edging + eating out, explicit, 1.2k, jaskier has a vagina, also on ao3)

“Geralt,” Jaskier gasps, squirming beneath him. “Yes, yes, yes, oh—no!” He arches, trying to return Geralt’s mouth to his dripping cunt. “You bastard,” he whines, his breath hitching.

“You love it.”

Jaskier’s laugh chokes into a moan as Geralt lets his warm breath ghost over Jaskier’s shiny, swollen clit.

“Fuck,” Jaskier hisses, his ankles locked around Geralt’s shoulders. “Fuck, fuck—”

“You’re so wet for me,” Geralt murmurs, a hint of wonder in his voice. “You taste so fucking good.” He touches his tongue to Jaskier’s clenching core, nudging the tip of it inside. Jaskier sobs, trying to bear down on him, but Geralt holds his hips steady. He hums in pleasure as Jaskier parts for him, as Jaskier’s slick floods his senses. It’s better than being drunk, the thick, sweet smell of him, the heady, perfect taste, the way it pools on his tongue.

Geralt opens his eyes and nearly falters in his focus.

Jaskier’s exquisite like this.

Teetering on the knife-edge of pleasure, his entire body taut as a lute-string. His face is a wreck of desperate desire, frustration, and vulnerability.

Geralt loves lavishing him in this way. It’s so much of what he likes most. Teasing Jaskier. Proving how well he knows Jaskier’s body. It’s about trust, really.

That, and licking his cunt until he cries.

Geralt tightens his grip on Jaskier’s hips and drags his tongue up Jaskier’s slit until he latches onto that pretty clit, sucking it gently as Jaskier writhes. He switches to hard, long laps up Jaskier’s labia, curling his tongue just barely inside on every upstroke. Jaskier’s making breathy little bitten-off sounds now, overwhelmed and endearingly musical.

“Please,” he begs, his chest heaving, his knuckles white on the sheets. “Please, please…”

Geralt hums. He settles on Jaskier’s clit again, swirling his tongue around it just so. It’s hot to the touch, quivering. He can sense Jaskier’s cunt clenching desperately on nothing, he can hear Jaskier’s pulse through his thighs. His chin is drenched in slick.

He pulls away.

Jaskier wails.

“I was so close,” he cries, kicking his heels against Geralt’s back.

“I know.” Geralt watches as Jaskier’s denied cunt throbs.

Jaskier makes a punched out noise and reaches down to touch himself, but Geralt seizes his wrist. He looks up at Jaskier, and even through his daze Jaskier must recognize the heat in his expression, because he lets out another moan and Geralt scents another gush of slick.

He drags his tongue through it before he pushes himself up beside Jaskier on the bed. He sets him onto his side, Jaskier’s back pressed to Geralt’s chest, his ass slotted in Geralt’s lap.

“The fuck,” Jaskier says, his voice breaking, and then Geralt’s fingertips are just beside his clit, teasing his labia with a featherlight touch. “Oh, you fucker,” he half-laughs, half-sobs, baring his throat to Geralt’s mouth.

“You know you’re going to come,” Geralt murmurs. “You’re just going to wait until I let you.”

Jaskier twitches. He tries to buck his hips into Geralt’s hand, but Geralt rides the motion, keeping that same too-gentle touch.

“Come on,” Jaskier whispers, wriggling. “Why don’t you fuck me? Don’t you want me to come on your cock, love? You’ll like it, I promise—”

Geralt laughs, burying his nose in Jaskier’s sweaty hair.

“Getting desperate, Jask.”

Jaskier whines, and Geralt decides to let it backfire on him.

“You’d like it. Wouldn’t you,” he mutters. He hikes Jaskier’s thighs apart, spreads his pussy with his fingers, baring his entrance. He lets his fingertip stroke it, circling. “If I pinned you down and spread you open with my cock, right here. Fucked you so good you’d feel it in the morning, filled you up until you overflow with it.” He dips his finger in, a frictionless glide, Jaskier’s body sucking him in. “I’d eat it out of you after too, you know I would, I always love the way you taste but you know I love it especially when you taste like both of us…”

Jaskier’s nearly out of his mind now, his breath coming ragged.

“That’s not fair,” he manages, biting his lip. His eyes are squeezed shut, nearly on the brink of tears with want.

“It’s not fair how much I love you,” Geralt whispers, because he can’t help it. He goes to suck another bruise into Jaskier’s throat, but Jaskier turns instead and captures Geralt’s mouth with his, kissing him with no finesse, just desperate want and love.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says, and Geralt would give anything to live in moments like this. Jaskier’s handsome face a wreck and so, so close to his. Jaskier says his name and it’s like Geralt’s hearing it for the first time, like it’s never fit him the way it does when Jaskier says it. Whoever it is that Jaskier’s naming with all that love and trust and want, that’s who Geralt wants to be.

He growls.

Shoves Jaskier onto his back again and knees his way down the bed. He takes Jaskier’s thighs into his hands and Jaskier’s trembling clit into his mouth and licks him.

Jaskier screams when he comes.

He shakes, his body jerking as he rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

Just as he starts to steady, Geralt presses two fingers into him, fucking them roughly into the spot he knows makes Jaskier see stars. This time Jaskier goes silent, his entire body going still, save for his cunt overflowing into Geralt’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Jaskier says again, when he can speak, “oh fuck, oh fuck—”

Geralt hums into him. He laps at Jaskier’s oversensitive clit very, very gently as he adds a third finger and curls it.

Jaskier’s hand reaches blindly for Geralt’s free one. When Geralt takes it, Jaskier squeezes hard. He’s quiet again now, save for the rough, needy sounds he makes as he grinds his hips in little circles, fucking himself down onto Geralt’s fingers and his tongue. He sobs when he comes again, his body clenching in decadent waves as Geralt pulls pleasure from him.

Geralt makes him come three more times before he sits up at last.

Jaskier’s a mess. His eyes have gone glassy, he’s pink up to his ears, his pretty cunt fucked sloppy.

Geralt sets about soothing him, just as carefully as he took him apart. A soft kiss on his panting mouth, a cool, damp cloth between his thighs, the blankets tucked up around them both even as Jaskier weakly protests about the wet spot. Geralt pours him water from the pitcher at the bedside and Jaskier drinks deeply before curling into Geralt’s arms.

He nudges his thigh between Geralt’s. Geralt’s still hard, he’s been hard all night.

“Shall I—?” Jaskier starts, but Geralt shakes his head. He cards his fingers through Jaskier’s hair, letting Jaskier settle into him.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he murmurs, planting a kiss to Jaskier’s temple. “I’m very satisfied.”

Geralt can actually feel Jaskier’s cheeks heat, where he’s pressed to Geralt’s chest.

“Oh.”

Geralt chuckles, tightening his embrace.

“Get some rest, Jask.”

“You get some rest,” Jaskier says sleepily. “You’re gonna need it…I’m gonna tease the fuck out of you tomorrow, just you wait…gonna ride you until you’re the one begging…”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s the punishment you think it is,” Geralt murmurs. Jaskier makes an offended sound, but then he’s yawning, nuzzling into Geralt’s arms.

Geralt sleeps, a good, deep sleep, and the following night, Jaskier makes good on his promise.

I’ve been having some thoughts about sub!Eskel. For he is a rare and elusive creature. Geralt? We all know he loves to be tied up, spanked and called baby. But Eskel? He’d look away and grit his teeth.

I usually write him as a dominant partner if I’m going to write D/s (and I know many people are the same, because he exudes the energy), but I think he would be a very good submissive in a very specific set of circumstances. No pet names, careful negotiation and framing of the scene. 

Influenced by discussions I’ve had across several servers about different dynamics, so thanks to anyone who has ever chatted with me about this, you the real MVPs.

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I always see the dynamic of the Aiden being introduced like: Geralt is pissed he is anywhere near their home and Eskel is peacekeeping

May I present the alternate option: Mr Traditional Eskel is like why on Gods green earth would you bring that fucked up manky moggy home + L + fleas whereas the Slut of Rivia is kinda like huh weird anyway. word. Get some dick.