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kueble · 9 months

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Stolen Moments

I was lucky enough to work with @captnsunshine on this fic. Please look at the wonderful art that goes with it. Please note it is on Twitter and you can't view it if you're not logged in.

Explicit. Warnings: none. 2,000 words.

Jaskier/Radovid

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This is dangerous, but Jaskier is so full of yearning that he can hardly stand it. It’s been months since their last meet-up, but he sent notice of where they’d be. Geralt is busy gathering information for his latest hunt, and Jaskier had mumbled an excuse about needing to meet with a tailor in town before heading into the woods.

When he reaches the clearing he planned to meet Radovid in, he’s met with smiles and a giddy wave. Radovid is leaning against a large tree trunk, barefoot and looking so casually gorgeous, that he wants to sob in relief. It looks like he’s already spread a thick blanket over a patch of grass nearby. Jaskier’s blood is already singing in his veins, his pulse racing as he realizes they have the next couple of hours to themselves.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” Jaskier whispers, frozen as he takes in the stunning sight of his king. Radovid looks as enticing as always, but he makes sure to look deeper, to make sure he also looks healthy and well cared for. This type of love is so new, so brilliantly different to him, and he has to make sure everything is as good as it can be.

“Then get over here and kiss me,” Radovid says with a smirk, and suddenly Jaskier is moving before he even thinks about it. He saunters over to him, pressing him against the tree trunk before catching his mouth in a hesitant kiss.

And then Radovid places a hand on his lower back, urging him closer as he whimpers into his mouth, and the kiss turns into a heated, desperate thing. Jaskier moans against his lips before licking past them, chasing the sweet flavor of his king. Radovid matches his hunger, nipping as his bottom lip before grinding their hips together.

Lute-calloused fingers make quick work of Radovid’s buttons and soon his chest is bare, his nipples already hardening in the cool air of their private clearing. Jaskier runs his palms up his flanks, grinning into the kiss when he trembles so beautifully for him. Every bit of exposed skin feels like home beneath his fingers, and Jaskier revels in how light-headed it makes him.

This is real. He can have this, even if only in stolen moments like this.

“Missed you, too, but we haven’t much time,” Radovid says as they pull back. He brushes their noses together, sighing softly as though he wishes things were different.

“Someday soon I’ll have my way with you on your royal bed, and we’ll see how many pillows we can ruin this time,” Jaskier promises him with a wicked grin. Radovid’s answer is a shaky groan, and Jaskier loves how much pleasure he can bring his lover just with words alone.

But words don’t end in orgasms, and Jaskier’s been half-hard since he left the tavern. He kisses Radovid one last time before sliding down to his knees. Radovid threads his fingers through his hair, tugging sharply and dragging a moan out of him. It only speeds his movements, and Jaskier tugs at the laces before yanking his trousers off. Radovid giggles as he kicks them to the side, one leg already sliding over Jaskier’s shoulder, so pliant and open for him.

Radovid’s cock is gorgeous, thick and hard for him already. There’s a drop of pearly pre-come beading at the tip, and he can’t help diving in to lick it up. Radovid lets out a string of gorgeous nonsense, half praise and half wonder, as Jaskier takes him into his mouth.

Suddenly he’s surrounded by Radovid, overwhelmed with the musky scent of him, the salty flavor in his mouth, the heavy weight of his prick on his tongue, and Jaskier realizes he never thought he’d get this again. But they can have this - moments stolen away from others as often as their schedule allows - and Jaskier is determined to make it good for his lover.

He starts working Radovid’s shaft, long fingers using his own spit to pump him as he swallows down what he can. He wishes he had more practice, but he sinks down on him until he’s choking with it, throat fighting him while his eyes water. Radovid whines and tugs on his hair, and Jaskier looks up at him to see him completely wrecked already, eyes blown black and lips bitten red as he stares down at him.

This is a power he could get used to.

With a smirk, he goes back to work, swirling his tongue around the head while he reaches down to cup Radovid’s balls, his thumb tracing over the soft skin while his lover cries out above him. He grabs Radovid’s other leg, pulling it up so he’s completely encompassed by his thick thighs, the full weight of him braced between the tree trunk and Jaskier’s strong shoulders. Jaskier reaches a hand back and covers Radovid’s hand, pressing it against his own scalp in a way he hopes the king understands.

“Oh fuck, Jaskier, you want me to?” he hisses out, and Jaskier moans around his leaking prick. Radovid nods, whimpering as he bucks his hips and shoves Jaskier down on his cock, choking him with the force of it.

And oh, is that just that what he wanted? It’s such brilliant perfection, and Jaskier feels his cock throbbing between his legs as he lets Radovid fuck his face, lets him use him like he wants to be used. From the stuttering in Radovid’s hips, Jaskier knows he’s nearing his completion, and he moans around him, hoping the vibrations help push him over the edge.

The hands in his hair tighten, and Radovid comes with a grunt, Jaskier’s name falling from his lips as he spills on his tongue. Jaskier works him through it, sucking and pumping his shaft until he pushes Jaskier away with a broken whine. It’s all he can do to stare up at him, the dappled afternoon sunlight breaking through the shade of the trees to highlight how fucking gorgeous Radovid is.

“Let's put that blanket of yours to use,” Jaskier murmurs, and Radovid just laughs at him, his eyes lit up in mirth as he drags him to his feet.

“You’re insatiable,” he says before crushing their mouths together. Jaskier lets himself be walked backwards as Radovid explores his mouth, running his tongue over his teeth. It’s as if he’s licking all traces of his spend from Jaskier’s mouth, and Jaskier can’t help the broken moan that it drags out of him. Radovid swallows it down before gently lowering them to their knees.

They strip quickly but still find time to trace over skin, remembering how each other’s bodies feel under their hands. These are the memories Jaskier clings to when they’re forced apart, the hard planes of Radovid’s chest, the swell of his soft belly, the way he trembles when Jaskier brushes his thumbs over his nipples.

Radovid lays down on his back, body completely bare for him, and Jaskier kneels between his thighs, lost in how beautiful he is. Oh, how he wishes he could keep this, but he’s thankful for what little time they carve away for themselves while the continent burns around them. He takes a vial of oil from Radovid’s hands when it’s offered and dribbles it over his fingers.

He can’t help crawling on top of Radovid, kissing him lazily while his fingers circle his hole. He tries his best not to rush, but it’s hard when his lover is spread out like this for him, whining so prettily as Jaskier works his fingers inside of him. A warm feeling rushes through him when Radovid stretches open so easily, and Jaskier knows he’s been taking advantage of the chest of toys he left last time he was in Redania.

Jaskier aims to draw this out, but then Radovid breaks the kiss and looks at him with hooded eyes, and he’s done for. His lips are bitten ruddy, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering them both already. “I’m ready, love,” Radovid tells him, and Jaskier quickly coats his prick in oil before tossing the vial aside.

“So good for me,” he whispers as he lines up, teasing them both by rubbing the fat head of his cock across Radovid’s hole.

But then there’s legs around him, Radovid’s ankles crossed at the small of his back, and Jaskier sinks into him with a strangled groan. He feels perfect, like he was made to be fucked like this by him and him alone, and Jaskier does his best to find a gentle rhythm. It’s a struggle, because he’s so hot and tight and amazing, and Jaskier sucks in lungfuls of air as he steadies himself.

“Don’t care how long we last, just fuck me,” Radovid tells him, and yeah, Jaskier can do that.

The next thrust wrecks them both, and Jaskier starts fucking him in earnest. Blunt nails scrap down his back, leaving trails of pleasurepain in their wake. He dips his head down, raking his teeth over Radovid’s neck before running his tongue over the abused skin to soothe it. His king clings to him, his hips bucking up to meet each thrust with a little one of his own.

He braces himself on his arms and pounds into him, watching his head roll to the side as he loses himself in their lovemaking. It may be rough, but there’s a swirl of emotions in every movement, every brush of lips and hands on sweat-slicked skin. Radovid keens, panting as Jaskier plows into him, and Jaskier knows he’s close.

Sitting up, he grabs a thigh and slams into Radovid, grinning at the way he trembles and whines so beautifully for him. “You’re gorgeous, darling,” he murmurs, turning to press a soft hiss to his ankle even as he moves his hips faster, chasing his climax. “Touch yourself for me,” he orders and Radovid scrambles to comply.

Jaskier nearly comes right then as he watches his king wrap those slender fingers around himself, stroking in time with Jaskier’s thrusts. He’s close, so fucking close, and thankfully Radovid shouts and spills between them, his seed coating both their chests. Jaskier lets himself thrust once, twice more, before falling over the edge himself.

He grinds in deep, shaking as he empties inside Radovid’s tight heat. Making sure to fill him properly, he rolls his hips until he’s milked dry. He tries to roll onto his side as to not crush his lover, but Radovid holds tight, forcing him to remain on top of him.

“I swear it’s better each time,” Jaskier whispers before kissing him gently.

They lay there for as long as they dare before cleaning up, soaking in every moment they can together. The air is full of promises and plans for their next meeting, but a sense of desperation hangs around them. There’s no guarantee they’ll both make it to the next time, and the sounds of Radovid’s guards stomping through the nearby woods forces them to separate.

“I love you,” Jaskier whispers before heading back to the tavern, the echo of Radovid’s matching reply still on his lips.

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Hours later, Jaskier and Geralt are sharing a meal when the doors swing open and Radovid and his revenue walk into the tavern. Jaskier smirks when none of the patrons bat an eye, clearly not recognizing the royalty before them. Trust his greedy king to find a way to steal some more time with him.

“Looks like your tailor is staying for the night,” Geralt says dryly, and Jaskier throws his head back in laughter.

“Thought I was pretty convincing, but I can never fool you, can I?” he asks, still smiling like a fool as Radovid approaches them.

“Jaskier the bard! What a delightful surprise,” he says before turning to his guards. “Secure us a couple of rooms, I’ll be entertaining the bard in mine. Certainly he has time for such a huge fan as myself?”

“For you? Always,” Jaskier answers honestly.

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