Chapter 2: Twink Geralt's fluff

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"You know, you look cute sleeping." Julian said as he continued to twirl and play with a certain strand on Geralt's hair. The witcher blinked open and squinted at him. Julian bent to kiss him again. It was short and chaste but loving.

"Cute with your face all scrunched up too. Sit up and I'll go fetch us dinner. You must be starved." Julian said and got out of the bed. He was still naked as day as he walked around to find his sleep pants and a loose chemise.

Geralt sat up and looked down at himself. He felt disheveled but everything was still there. Leg, Leg, foot, foot, prick, guts, hand, hand, arm, arm, head. Yet that's all of it. Geralt listed off in his head as he stretched. He yawned and Julian stared at him.

"I'll brush your hair while you eat. You look a bit like a hag." Julian snickered and Geralt scowled at him. Jaskier blew him a kiss and hopped out the door.

Geralt blinked a bit more and looked around. There was stuff everywhere… didn't look like a rich person's room at all. There were papers and notebooks covering a small table, clothes scattered the floor and hung out of the open cupboard. Geralt stood up and stretched and cracked his back. Maybe Julian's clothes would fit? They were about the same size, lest Geralt be a bit taller. He'd just had the human's cock inside of him, this shouldn't feel like a panty raid.

He walked over to the cupboard where fine dublettes and trousers were scattered. Much too fancy. He opened a drawer and ah plain white chemises. He grabbed out and pulled it over his head. It was a bit loose around the middle and shoulders.

He opened the next drawer which he first thought to be full of fancy attire but upon closer inspection was full of silky underclothes. He picked a pair up to examine them and they looked… like something whores wear. He put them down and closed the drawer and opened the bottom one. He sighed as he found a few pairs of sleep pants, soft with tie up tops. He grabbed a pair and held them up. He would need to tie them but they would be comfortable.

He was tying them up when the door opened again.

"Yes Master Julian, you can just leave them for when we come up in the morning." A woman's voice rang out alongside Julian's. Geralt felt frozen, standing there with sex hair wearing another boy's clothes? He panicked and stood flat against the wall next to the cupboard. He held his breath and listened.

"Thank you for the help! I'll get him and we can just eat over there so he doesn't need to navigate the disaster of..my...room… Geralt? Geralt are you in here?" Julian called out as he walked into the room Geralt didn't dare move a muscle until he heard a second door close and a woman bid him a good night. He stepped forward and Julian smiled and sighed.

"I thought you'd hopped out the window. Oh you found some clothes, good! I think poor Liz is scarred just from seeing your back when you first arrived. Come now, the hearth is lit and there's plenty of ale." Julian said and grasped Geralt's hand. He had such oddly callused hands. His palms were soft and warm but his fingers were tough and scratchy.

Julian led him to the room next to his, the bed was dressed and indeed the small hearth was lit. There was a small table that mirrored the one Julian's room. There were two bowls of something steaming, a large loaf of bread, and two mugs of ale. Geralt rushed over and sat down and tore off a large piece of the bread. He moaned as the warm rich bread hit his tongue. Julian sat down across from him giggling.

"It's rude to orgasm at the table, Witcher." He said and took a smaller piece of bread and dipped it into the thick white soup. There were what looked like pieces of shredded chicken and a dough? Boiled dough? Geralt looked at it as he ate the large bite of bread.

"It's chicken in thick soup with strips of dough. You'll like it. It's rich and has some nice spices." Julian explained as he got another piece of bread. Geralt looked at him and nodded. He ripped off another large chunk of bread and submerged it into the bowl. He brought the dripping piece up to his mouth. He took a big bite and sunk down in his chair moaning loudly, his eyes closing as he chewed. He opened his eyes and started to eat quickly, leaning over his bowl proactively. Julian placed his hand on Geralt's forearm.

"Hey, no one's going to take it away. You'll get a stomach ache if you keep eating like that. We could go eat in the kitchen if you'd like. You could get more of anything you want. There's plenty of food. Slow down." Julian told him and Geralt stared up at his eyes. Clear and truthful eyes. Geralt nodded and swallowed what he had.

"'S good food. Warm. Nice. I haven't had chicken in a long time. Or really any home made food. Or anything that actually tastes good…" Geralt mumbled and took a long drink of the warm ale. He felt warm and slow and safe. His stomach was thanking him and he felt like he could think better.

"What do you eat? While you travel, I mean." Julian asked.

They ended up talking for hours. Eating the warm rich soup and drinking two pitchers of ale, they became relaxed and loose.

After they finished eating (and Julian's four trips to fetch more soup and bread for his guest), they moved back to the viscount's bedroom. Julian showed Geralt his lute and pages and pages of songs and ballads that he had written or was working on. Geralt showed him the books and bestiary and told him about the battles he's had since he left Kaer Morhen. They spoke of friends and life and mundane little things that Geralt never got to talk about. They sat together facing each other criss-cross with their knees touching. Geralt liked it. He liked being able to watch up close the way Julian's mouth moved, his tongue against his teeth, his smile, the dramatic way spoke was so easy to watch.

"You know Geralt, you have such a beautiful face. I think my favorite bit is your nose. It's cute." Julian said and crawled to sit in the basket of the witcher's legs. Geralt looked at him with wide alcohol blown eyes.

"I like your face too." He said while looking dumbly at the human's face. Julian laughed, a rich real laugh that made Geralt feel warm in his chest. Julian threw his arms over Geralt's shoulders and rested his forehead against the other's.

"So eloquent, practically poetry." Julian teased and opened his eyes to look at Geralt but was guilty when he saw the monster hunter's face.

Geralt was pouting, eyebrows scrunched together, lips pouted out, eyes downcast, his shoulders hunched under Julian's arms. Julian pulled back and cradled his face.

"I was joking! I was just joking. I love the way you communicate. You… you're so cute. Like a little bunny. With fangs… and claws… and the body of a wolf… I think it's charming. I like all of you." Julian said and kept his eyes on Geralt's. The older boy looked at him with a worried expression.

"Do you really? Cause I think you're like my favorite human. You're so warm and nice and you smell really really good like really good like I could lick you all over… wait um… humans don't lick each other do they…" Geralt said and Julian knew the face of self scolding. Julian ran his thumb over the witcher's unfairly soft bottom lip. Julian considered it… he thought a witcher could smell something inhuman let alone taste. Though the idea of Geralt tasting him did make him a bit hotter.

"You can, if you want to." Julian says quietly before sealing their lips. Geralt moaned and wrapped his arms around Julian's hips, pulling him closer. Julian smiled as the other boy opened his mouth, but he pulled away. Geralt made a disgruntled noise and looked at Julian's kiss bruised lips.

"We have so much time. The storm is still raging, you can explore me if you want. Taste me…" Julian whispered as Geralt ran his hands up under the boy's shirt.

The night ended with Julian, nude and exhausted, sleeping with a content clothed witcher on his chest. Geralt had chosen to thoroughly lick, nip, and suck Julian's body (Enthusiastically around his crotch and strangely his armpits, Julian was sure his soul left via orgasm.)

Each day brought something new. Geralt cleaning his armor, Julian watching in pure rapture. Geralt throwing himself down by the fire much like a dog flopping over to sleep, Julian sitting in a rocking chair and rocking himself by pushing off Geralt's stomach with his feet. Julian introducing Geralt to the two servant women who smile but look incredibly nervous, Geralt hides behind him the entire time. Geralt tends to Roach and Julian befriends her automatically, she pushes Geralt into the snow. Julian and Geralt stay in bed all day talking and such.

Julian learned that Geralt liked- no loved riding him. He also learned that Geralt's hair flies up when he really throws himself down onto his cock. Geralt learns that Julian will tolerate being fucked but rather be balls deep into a certain witcher.

Each day they touched each other, explored each other, kissed, nipped, and licked each other. At night they bathed together and had dinner together and joined in the evenings. Finally after a few nights the talking started. The quiet ' Take me with you when you leave. I want to run away. We could do this every night, even in the wild we could couple in the brush. It'd be so exciting…' Julian would whisper in Geralt's ear as he rocked back and forth in the tight clasp on Geralt's body.