[ The moment Trevor's mouth softens Geralt presses in, sliding his tongue past Trevor's lips. His own sting from the drag of the other man's teeth, but he savors that feeling as he kisses him deeply. His knee rocks gently between Trevor's thighs as he presses back against it, providing the friction he's clearly craving. Geralt's fingers tighten around his shoulder.
It takes an immense amount of willpower to draw his mouth away, wet and aching. ]
Fuck, you're hard.
[ Rasped, almost amazed--like his own cock isn't obviously straining in his trousers. His knee rubs back against the motion of Trevor's hips, encouraging. A hand slides to the back of his neck as the other trails down his chest to the hem of his shirt. Geralt's fingers slide under it, over warm, taut skin, tracing prominent lines of muscle beneath the fabric. ]
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It takes an immense amount of willpower to draw his mouth away, wet and aching. ]
Fuck, you're hard.
[ Rasped, almost amazed--like his own cock isn't obviously straining in his trousers. His knee rubs back against the motion of Trevor's hips, encouraging. A hand slides to the back of his neck as the other trails down his chest to the hem of his shirt. Geralt's fingers slide under it, over warm, taut skin, tracing prominent lines of muscle beneath the fabric. ]
Take this off. I wanna see you.