no brain, head empty, only arthur smut thoughts.
i keep imagining watching a movie with arthur. maybe one of his favorites, an old astaire film he’s seen 100 times and counting but every time he gets just as deeply engrossed as if it was his first watch all over again. you’re cuddling with him on the couch, arthur only in his sweatpants and bunched white socks, his bare boney shoulder poking into your arm as he leans against you. you don’t mind though.
he’s completely enthralled, eyes never leaving astaire’s form sweeping across the screen in a meticulously choreographed dance. youre not paying attention to the film though. not when a much better show is pressed against you. arthurs head is slightly below your own in this position, giving you the perfect view of him. you soak him in like a sponge in the sea. the strong profile of his face, his long dark eyelashes framing expressive green eyes now crinkled with laugh lines as he smiles, his long slicked back hair still drying from the bath.
and then your gaze dips lower. from prominent collarbones still stained with a dark hickey from your earlier encounter with him, down to arthur’s smattering of chest hair and prominent ribs, do your eyes lead a trail.
at one of astaire’s quips to his costar, arthur repeats it under his breathe, eyes fluttering shut. he sags further against you.
and yet further down your eyes stray, slowly tracing down the dip of his boney hips into where they disappeared below his threadbare drawstring sweatpants. hunger bloomed within you. through his thin clothes, when the light of the television lit the dark room just perfectly, you could just make out the outline of his cock.
and that hunger grows.
arthur’s foot starts tapping to the beat of a new song. he’s completely lost in a world of his own.
and the most delicious idea sprouts in your head.
you nestle closer against him, until arthur’s practically half in your lap. one arm is looped around his back, your lips right at level with his temple. so distracted is he, that he doesn’t even blink, only the slightest shiver shaking through him. arthur curled up closer against you.
but his contented gaze never leaves the screen.
not even does he react as your free hand snakes around his skinny stomach, lightly tracing shapes, that trace lower... and lower... until you’re playing with the exposed waistband of his briefs. something in arthur’s face twitches. something in his pants does the same. you press your lips against his temple, right as astaire does simultaneously with his costar.
it’s not until your hand dips under his clothes, and wraps around his member does arthur finally react. he jolts from your touch, confused green eyes cutting to yours. the pale grey light of the television hit his face at just the perfect angle, and in that moment you’re certain no star could shine brighter than his eyes. his cock twitches again with your every light stroke. not hardening yet but the sudden flush blooming across his face tells you all you need to know.
arthur rasps quietly, “what are you-”
“shh...”
he shudders under your touch as you work him to arousal, eyes squeezing shut now. and you press another kiss there, right at the corner of his crinkling eye. his face was the perfect picture of desperation already. your pretty boy. always so responsive.
sounding small and far away, as if in a whole other world entirely, astaire croons a beautiful serenade.
you murmur lowly into his ear. “...just keep watching for me.”
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man I cant wait for season 3 vol. 2 where jaskier sees rience again but is protected by:
his princely lover he made out with (and definitely fucked) in an old dingy cabin
his witchery muse that he got his heart broken by and immediately went "I will become a famous worldwide sensation with a song about how you broke my heart" like fucking taylor swift over (and whom is now somehow softer and more openly affectionate with him now than he was before the heartbreak)
his pocket-sized princess who constantly beats his ass at cards
His Wife™
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I think the order of Wally's recordings goes like this:
"I will help you understand. I will find a way."
Not only the sentences make sense, but also the recordings themselves - at least, I think they do, judging by context and Wally's voice getting more nervous and weak.
UPDATE:
There's also two more recordings! I forgot about Neighbor, cus it's Home, but I don't know where "soon" is. Can someone tell in reblogs or replies if they know? :0
"I will help you understand. I will find a way soon, neighbor."
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