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“I’m home.”
Geralt throws his keys onto the low chest next to the door and takes his shoes off.
“Yen? Jask?”
He sorts through the mail in his hands. Bill, ad, ad, bill. Postcard from An Skellig. He turns it around and skims the contents. Sounds like Lambert and Ciri are having a good time, as well as a lot of work. With a small smile, Geralt notices that reading about it hurts less than it used to. He puts the mail next to the keys and enters the kitchen to bin the ads and have a glass of water.
Still no one in sight. Yen should be home, although she is probably working with her headphones on. Geralt glances at their shared calendar, but it’s more of a habit. He knows Jaskier should be here, or at least, that he has nowhere else to be. He checks the days to Ciri’s return. Four to go.
He makes his way upstairs. The door to Yen’s office is open and he sees her back, the headphones nestled in the mass of black curls as he expected. He smiles to himself and approaches, ready to knock loudly on the open door so he won’t startle her, when another movement in the room catches his eye.
His mouth instantly goes dry.
Jaskier is in there with her, floating in mid-air next to her with his chest towards the ceiling, his legs and arms trussed together in a hog-tie, Yen’s luxurious violet ropes forming intricate patterns along his limbs, rows of diamonds. Jaskier is completely naked, and while Geralt’s gaze was first attracted by the ropes, the second thing he can’t help but notice is Jaskier’s erection, pointing to his chest. There is a small wet spot on his belly. A soft purple ribbon is tied snugly around the base of his cock and wound around his balls, making him look like a very appealing human present.
While he watches, Yen extends her left hand and, absentmindedly, without interrupting her reading of what looks like an obnoxiously long email, she jerks Jaskier’s bound cock in slow, firm motions. Jaskier whimpers through his open mouth, his eyes staring to the ceiling aimlessly. He doesn’t seem to notice Geralt.
Geralt knocks.
Yen lets go of her mouse, but not of Jaskier’s cock, to pluck her headphones off. She turns her head to smile at him. “Hello Geralt,” she says, sweet as anything, as if their lover weren’t hovering next to her, shaking apart under her off-handed ministrations.
“Hi Yen.”
He comes over to her. He would like nothing more than to touch Jaskier, or even just look at him, talk to him, but if her game is to treat him like a piece of furniture, he doesn’t want to throw them off.
He leans down and kisses her, which is a bit uncomfortable and very hot with her hand keeping up her teasing motions on Jaskier.
“Got a new… adornment for your office?,” he asks her, still fighting not to stare.
She smirks. “You can look,” she says. “He can’t hear or see anything right now. He can only feel.”
Without interrupting his affectionate stroking of Yen’s nape, Geralt straightens and looks. Jaskier looks like his lunch.
Then again, Yen worked him up, so if she wants to, she will get to finish him off. It’s only fair. Maybe he can bully Jaskier into taking a second round with him. Jaskier likes to be handed off.
“Look your fill now,” she says with an unhappy sigh. “I’ve been keeping him there for a while. I’ll have to let him loose soon, as sad as it is. Have him stretch.” She stops jerking Jaskier’s trapped cock and instead holds it fast, her thumb pressing against the slit of his glans. The precum it is slowly oozing drips over her thumb and Jaskier moans.
“Damn,” Geralt murmurs to himself as Jaskier shudders minimally, his whole body tense like a guitar string. “Is this a punishment?”
“I told him it is, you know he loves punishments. Officially, I got tired of him pestering me for attention,” Yen explains. She lets go of Jaskier’s cock and the musician gives a desperate little whine. Yen licks her thumb. “But actually I just wanted his company while I worked.”
“I won’t tell,” Geralt grins.
Yen gets up and they kiss. Her slim body melts against his and she allows him to hold her, firmly, even hold her head while he licks into her mouth, tasting both her and Jaskier. She sighs. So does he.
They weren’t like this before they had him.
As they part, Yen smiles as if she read his mind. Maybe she did. “I’m so glad we have him, too,” she says slyly. Then she turns to look at their floating sub. “He has no idea you’re here, you know.”
Geralt bites his lip. “Do you plan on keeping it that way?”
“Oh, I’m not about to fuck him,” she replies matter-of-factly. “I’m terribly busy. He’ll have to make do with whatever you’re willing to dish out.” With a wave of her hand over her shoulder Jaskier floats over to the narrow couch, where he is gently set down, his limbs underneath his body, his cock still pointing upwards. When he feels what is happening, Jaskier moans desperately. She ignores him and sits down at her desk again, but doesn’t put her headphones back on.
“Yennefer, please,” Jaskier begs. His hips try to thrust, but all he manages in his tight bondage is a little snap upwards, his cock finding nothing to rub against. “Please let me cum, please, I’ll never bother you again,” he promises, his useless eyes darting around, seeing nothing. “Or at least, not today or tomorrow. I need to cum, please, Yennefer…”
Geralt smirks to himself as he walks over to his bound lover. Not that he doesn’t enjoy working Jaskier up himself, but it’s nice that Yen did this as a surprise for him, even if she doesn’t want to frame it that way. And it’s even nicer that, with what their relationship is like these days, he can just tell her as much, openly.
“Yen, you’re an artist,” he says over Jaskier’s babbling. “Can I repay the favour sometime soon? Get him started for you so you can eat him up?”
“I expect you to,” Yen says without turning from her computer and he hears the smile in her voice. “Go on, enjoy. If you want him to cum, just remove the edger. The spell’s in the knot.”
Geralt observes the inconspicuous purple ribbon, straining around the base of Jaskier’s throbbing cock and balls, keeping his lust from tipping over. “Hm. It can stay for a bit,” he decides.
Yen chuckles and returns to her work, but Geralt knows she keeps listening. He makes sure Jaskier gives her plenty to hear.