[Jaskier is eager but the sensory miasma has him reeling. Geralt's answer is matter of fact, serious, where Jaskier's question was that of a man teetering on the edge of a fantastic new high. The instructions get him through, eyes closed he listens to his voice, hears his own lungs filling, the words Geralt speaks, and smell?
Oh, he would have puzzled at that a bit before, but now he can pick out the difference between skin, breath, and the water around them.
He breathes deep, mouth moving to his own jaw, to the spot on his neck that is always just this side of too sensitive. He draws teeth over it and takes another deep breath. His world narrows like a cat's again, but now all his focus is on Geralt.
He isn't going to get used to it. How could he? It's astonishing.
Distantly it occurs to him that he's lucky there's nothing unpleasant to experience around here.]
We should finish undressing.
[It's a reminder rumbled against skin, because apparently Geralt cannot whisper in quite the same register as Jaskier is accustomed to. Jaskier makes no move to shuck Geralt's pants or boots, that would require moving away and he's entirely against that right this second.]
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Oh, he would have puzzled at that a bit before, but now he can pick out the difference between skin, breath, and the water around them.
He breathes deep, mouth moving to his own jaw, to the spot on his neck that is always just this side of too sensitive. He draws teeth over it and takes another deep breath. His world narrows like a cat's again, but now all his focus is on Geralt.
He isn't going to get used to it. How could he? It's astonishing.
Distantly it occurs to him that he's lucky there's nothing unpleasant to experience around here.]
We should finish undressing.
[It's a reminder rumbled against skin, because apparently Geralt cannot whisper in quite the same register as Jaskier is accustomed to. Jaskier makes no move to shuck Geralt's pants or boots, that would require moving away and he's entirely against that right this second.]