[ It's a process, but Geralt is efficient at it. This is the clothing he lives in, and he puts it on and takes it off almost daily. His fingers are quick at undoing the buckles that hold his pauldrons in place, lowering each carefully to the floor in turn onto a rapidly growing pile of pieces. Next are the laces on either side of his torso, which he picks apart to loosen the leather. Not entirely unlike a corset, actually, which is why her timely comment causes him to flick his eyes briefly back to her, amused. ]
Could just unlace my trousers if that's all you're interested in.
[ He's joking now, but he's definitely had quick fucks like that, provided his partner didn't mind the hard edges and weight of his armor. Some even found some appeal in it. ]
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Could just unlace my trousers if that's all you're interested in.
[ He's joking now, but he's definitely had quick fucks like that, provided his partner didn't mind the hard edges and weight of his armor. Some even found some appeal in it. ]