It's hard not to buck into Jaskier's mouth, but he stops himself, for now. Let's the bard set the pace at the moment, breathing out as the warm heat of Jaskier's mouth takes him in almost all the way. He wants to nudge all the way in, hit the back of his throat and make him choke around it, but let's not get greedy, not quite yet. Give his little bird the chance to show off himself if he so pleases.

"You like being good for me, don't you?" Cooper's voice is heavier, tilting his head to look down at Jaskier as he takes his cock so eagerly. His fingers pet through the bard's hair, musing it, keeping it out of the way as he moans around him.

"Bet you can take more than that, know you can..." And it's only then does he rock his hips ever so slightly, pushing further into that willing mouth. After all, Jaskier's hands on his hips are merely a suggestion, not a sign to stop. Not yet at least.