[ Geralt is feeling much the same way. He just wants to feel Trevor's skin against his, the more contact the better. He hardly needs to be urged. As soon as the words are out of Trevor's mouth Geralt is pulling his own shirt over his head, letting it fall from his hands somewhere beside the bed. Unimportant right now. The only thing he's concerned with is getting his hands and his mouth back on Trevor.
He kisses him again with both hands cradling his face, teeth and tongue dragging over his lips. There's a rough edge to his kiss that continues even as he trails from trevor's mouth to his jaw to the curve of his neck, where Geralt scrapes his teeth hard over a pulse point. He inhales deeply, breathes him in. ]
Lay back.
[ Geralt moves reluctantly away as he begins to undo the laces of his own trousers with clear intent. ]
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He kisses him again with both hands cradling his face, teeth and tongue dragging over his lips. There's a rough edge to his kiss that continues even as he trails from trevor's mouth to his jaw to the curve of his neck, where Geralt scrapes his teeth hard over a pulse point. He inhales deeply, breathes him in. ]
Lay back.
[ Geralt moves reluctantly away as he begins to undo the laces of his own trousers with clear intent. ]
I'll help you with the rest.