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The ghoul is chuckling as Jaskier pulls him in closer, hands on his belt. He likes him like this, needy, demanding.

"Or what?" Cooper takes Jaskier's chin in his fingers and tipping it up to look at him.

"Speak up, birdie." A finger curls under the chain that hangs pretty against Jaskier's chest, giving it a little tug.

Jaskier tilts his face up at Cooper's touch, biting his bottom lip as he watches Cooper through slightly lowered eyelashes, blue eyes already gone dark. Clever fingers work at getting Cooper's belt open by touch alone, fumbling when Cooper tugs at the chain which sends the most delicious ripple of pleasure through Jaskier. Fuck, why doesn't he have these pierced? Because he can't keep Cooper's hands off them long enough to let them heal fully. Even if Cooper would, Jaskier wouldn't want him to.

"Fuck... Or I'll find someone else to enjoy your present with... and it won't be nearly as fun."

Don't blame him for not getting pierced, Jaskier. Cooper can be a very patient man. He's stuck around so long to find someone who'll give him the answers he needs to find his daughter. Waiting for the bard's perky tits to heal would be a drop in a very big bucket of waiting.

... and it would be worth it.

"Hn..." Cooper doesn't comment on Jaskier finding someone else, but the grip on his chin tightens as he looks down at him with narrowed eyes. Words aren't needed to get his points across as the ghoul dips down to kiss Jaskier, hard, hungry. Jealous of the implication he would go to anyone else to be touched like this. At least the bard understands it wouldn't be as good.

Maybe he's full of himself thinking he touches Jaskier better than anyone else could. Considering the bard keeps meeting up with him he likes to think he's right. Knows he's right. Cooper leans back, letting Jaskier's chin go but not without a little pat pat to the side of his face.

"Don't you threaten me, birdie." Shh, yes he asked for that answer, but still. He wants to tug on that chain again, but maybe he doesn't want to give Jaskier the pleasure of it, wants him to whine and beg for his touch.

It's definitely Cooper's fault for Jaskier's lack of patience. Perhaps he will find the strength, though, because gods this is incredible and having some permanent jewelry for a certain man's hands to toy with sounds phenomenal. That jealousy in Cooper's narrowed eyes and the hardness of the kiss just winds Jaskier up tighter. He kisses back with as much fervor as Cooper, not bothering to hide how needy he is for the ghoul's touch, for his mouth against Jaskier's. It's good, it's so good, but goddamn it why isn't Cooper tugging on the fucking chain?

"Cooper," he whines, plaintive, pouting, sliding a hand into the man's pants as soon as he gets them open enough.

He'd call Jaskier easy, it barely takes a moment for him to whine his name, but not just anyone would have him like this. Cooper sighs with a pleasant hum as the bard's hand finds him, his own still not tugging that chain like he whines so prettily for, instead his fingers lift one of those weights.

"What, sweetheart?" His fingers turn, twist the smooth weight between his fingers, as if admiring it.

"You want me to play with your pretty little tits?" Little is an understatement, but as he says it the ghoul gives a tug on that weight, just enough to give some stimulation. Letting it slip from his fingers it tugs more on the bard's nipple.

"Say 'please'." Where are Jaskier's manners?

Even if Jaskier thought about playing hard to get, Cooper gets so pleased when he's easy for him... and how pleased Cooper is just turns Jaskier on more. He curls his fingers around Cooper's cock, stroking, just needing to touch him even as Cooper teases his nipples. He lets out another whine as Cooper toys with the weight, just enough to give a little jolt of stimulation for Jaskier. A jolt of lightning straight from his chest to his cock.

"Please," he says, panting, looking up at Cooper, cheeks flushed. He loves the way Cooper looks at him when he gets shameless about being a slut. "Play with my tits, Cooper. Especially if you think they're pretty."

The ghoul breathes out, hot and heavy as the bard's fingers work around his cock. God but ain't he pretty looking up at him with those big blue eyes, begging him for what he wants. Just how he asked.

"Oh you know they're pretty, know you is..." Cooper regards Jaskier's face from under his lashes, feeling some kind of way, but he puts that aside, giving a light tug on the chain finally.

"But you like when I tell you. Don't you?" Another tug, harder.

"Cause you're my pretty little bird."

Jaskier does know he's pretty - but hearing Cooper praise him for it lights a fire in his blood like nothing else, especially with the way he looks at Jaskier. That intensity, tugging on the chain in a way that has Jaskier panting and then whimpering, plush lips parted and cock well on the way to becoming painfully hard while still being trapped in his trousers. His swollen nipples feel stiff enough to cut glass, that bright dark pink-red they become when flushed. Like his lips when they get sufficiently kiss-bitten.

"I want to hear that I please you," he admits, shameless, always so fucking shameless about this. Feeling some kind of way is right - especially when the only other person who inspired this intensity of feeling in him never did such for him.

The noises the bard makes go straight to his cock, twitching in Jaskier's hands that are still around it. Cooper threads his own fingers into soft brown hair, all but cradling Jaskier's head.

"Then you better make use of that pretty mouth of yours." Pretty pretty pretty. He can see how much it affects the bard, flushed and needy, begging for validation. It would be so easy to give Jaskier nothing, but by god is he a sight like this.

"Take everything I give you, like a good birdie." His other hand moves Jaskier's from his cock, holding it in turn as he guides it to the bard's mouth.

His heart leaps when Cooper's fingers go to his hair, cradling his head, hoping this is going where he thinks -- and the ever so gentle way Cooper pulls him to his cock proves Jaskier right. His mouth is so wet and warm and welcoming, taking Cooper almost to the hilt right away with all this practice he's been getting. He could only moan around Cooper's cock as a response, something openly needy, his hands going to Cooper's hips to keep himself steady -- and to try to hold off from stroking himself.

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.

That rough timbre of Cooper's voice gets Jaskier halfway to coming, he's certain. Those filthy encouraging words have Jaskier moaning around Cooper's cock, eyes dropping half-lidded as he relaxes his mouth and throat more, takes Cooper in deeper. His hands tighten at Cooper's hips, but just to keep steady, because he needs to hold on to something as he takes the other man in as deep as he can go. It's a little too fast - there's a brief spasm as the blunt head of Cooper's cock hits the back of his throat in a bad way, but aside from a brief muffled gag Jaskier gets ahold of himself and swallows around Cooper.

The ghoul groans as Jaskier chokes around his cock, fingers curling in his hair, but not holding him there. Nails scratch lightly against his scalp as the bard gets a control of things and he chuckles.

"There you go... knew you could." His hips start a slow rock in and out of Jaskier's mouth, liking the way his lips stretch around him. Cooper isn't big, but he still fills the bard's mouth pleasantly enough. Watching through lidded eyes as he fucks that pretty mouth.

"Hell..." Cooper breathes out hot, fingers clenching in the bard's hair again.

Jaskier's pretty sure in this moment nothing is hotter than Cooper fucking into his mouth, fingers holding tight to Cooper's hips, eyes half-lidded. He sucks hard on Cooper, moans around him so Cooper can feel what he does to Jaskier as he squirms, pants too tight. With the clamps on his nipples still tingle all sore and fantastic.

Speaking of those nipples, Cooper hasn't forgotten about them. As he fucks into his mouth, one hand drops down giving a tug on that chain, wanting to hear him whimper around his cock. Any noises the bard makes feel amazing, only getting him closer to coming down his throat.

But as much as he wants to he's not sure if he should. He's got some good stamina alright, but he does still want to fuck Jaskier. He can't just get it up as quickly as the bard can after coming. He's old, don't judge him!

"You feeling it ain't you, birdie?" Cooper smiles, tilting his head to peer between the bards legs, seeing how tight it is down there.

"Wanna touch yourself?" Another tug as he fucks fully into Jaskier's mouth. He'll keep him there on his cock for a beat, before he pulls Jaskier off it, admiring how flushed and well fucked his pretty mouth looks. The ghoul's cock is still hard, shining with spit and twitching at the loss of stimulation.

"Go on, give me something to watch." Cooper fists his own cock then, slowly stroking, watching Jaskier with an expectant look.

Jaskier does have the nerve to whimper when Cooper pulls back, an outright needy sound, leaning in just a little as if he was trying to keep Cooper in that red wet mouth of his. He wants to swallow anything Cooper will give him but also wants to be fucked by the man, so it's probably better Cooper put a stop to it first because Jaskier would have only realized belatedly that he needed to pace himself.

So, mouth slack, lips flushed and damp, gasping for breath. If anyone saw him like this there'd be no question as to what his mouth was just being used for, hair mussed from being held on to as well. Not that he's thinking of what he looks like, too enraptured with Cooper like this, that careless control he has over the situation that makes Jaskier want to drop to his knees every time and do everything he can to make the other man lose it.

"Fuck," is the first work he manages to make that's a real word, a soft groan but his voice rough from the work his throat just went through. Then he's leaning back and quickly opening his pants, hands shaking. His cock is almost as flushed as his mouth and Jaskier groans at his first touch to it. Cooper wants something to watch, Jaskier will give him something to watch.

"Fucking love it when you look at me. Feeling your eyes on me," Jaskier says, lifting his hips to use his other hand to push his pants down further until he can wiggle and kick them off, all the better to spread his legs and make sure Cooper can see whatever he wants. Grip light enough to tease, thumb toying with the head and the bead of precome that slips out, enough to leave him gasping all the more.

Lucky for Jaskier, Cooper is very much looking at him. Can't stop in fact. Hell but he's a sight, flushed in all the right places, looking fucked out before he's even properly wrecked him.

The ghoul can't help himself, after a moment of standing there, touching his own cock while the bard is so deliciously lewd for him, he has to get his hands on him again. Sitting beside Jaskier on the bed he's already grabbing him by the chin, growling a low hungry "c'mere" before he's kissing him. He wishes he could taste himself better on Jaskier's lips, in his mouth as his tongue dips inside him. Either way, he knows where this mouth has been, his cock twitching remembering too.

Cooper's hand smoothes along Jaskier's thigh, dipping down between the both of them to fondle at the sac underneath his cock. He may have rough hands, but they can still be gentle when handling a delicate part of his favorite little bird's body.

The kiss was beautiful and loving and absolutely filthy - all the things Jaskier liked best, his own tongue happy to show Cooper's just how talented it is in case he needed a encore. His thighs shift to open all the more at the first of Cooper's touch, so eager for those rough hands to go wherever they want, to touch him more- then Jaskier is squirming in place again before sitting up so he can better throw a leg over Cooper's lap to sit astride it.

"I want to ride you," he says when he has to break the kiss to breathe, words panted against his lips. "Watch you seeing what you do to me."

It's not like Jaskier needed to show Cooper how talented that tongue was, he knew, but he definitely likes an encore. In his head he had an idea of how things were going to go, but the bard is wily and apparently got his own ideas, suddenly in his lap, there's no complaints from the ghoul. He does enjoy having a very naked bard on him.

Both hands find Jaskier's ass, giving an appreciative squeeze as he smiles at him.

"Starting to think we both like doing a lot of looking." One hand moves to his belt, fishing into a little bag he's got hooked on it and pulls out a small vial. Might be one of those vials that anti-feral shit is typical in, but he's repurposed this one. Holding it up between them he'll shake it, the liquid inside it thick.

"Now the question is, you gonna do the honors or should I?" He enjoys working the bard nice and loose for him, but it's equally as hot watching Jaskier fuck his own hole open with his talented fingers.

It's an equally difficult question for Jaskier. Even if this started by him protesting being called a pillow princess, he likes when Cooper spoils him. But gods, the way Cooper looks at him right now is driving him up the wall in all the best ways... And when he kisses Cooper, presses chest to chest against him and the clamps shift and pinch at his nipples all the more... it feels like a wonder he hasn't come once already.

He took the bottle from Cooper with another kiss, breath heavy.

"Can you hold back until I'm done~?"

Cooper is sure to nip at the bard's lips before he pulls away, like his mouth already didn't look kiss bitten. Breathing out, he peers down between them at their cocks, nestled against each other after Jaskier got on his lap.

"Can you?" He thumbs over the head of both their cocks, smearing pre come and gives a nice lazy stroke of them together in his hand. It's a loose grip, just a tease. Honestly Cooper is more excited about Jaskier having to sit up a bit as he readies himself, it'll put his chest right at his face.

An absolute delight. He wants to get his mouth on him, take his sore abused nipples between his lips and soothe them with a warm and wet tongue. Before he does all that he'll tug on the chain, repeatedly in a rhythm, leaning down to press a kiss against his chest.

"Think you need a break, birdie." Fingers tug up along the chain to one of the clamps and he'll remove it, letting it all dangle from the other. His poor nipple is swollen and puffy, reddened from such treatment. Cooper takes it between his fingers, rolling it, giving a pinch. He can't help himself any longer though, bringing his mouth down to suck it into his mouth, tongue wet swirling around it.

That is the better question - that teasing grip has Jaskier gasping again, rolling his hips into it, a needy whimper for more. Gods. He needs Cooper inside of him five minutes ago.

"Cooper-" he whines again as Cooper toys with the chain, a bereft sound escaping when he finally removes one of the clamps and the blood starts rushing back in to the swollen bud. It feels hyper-sensitive to every touch of Cooper's rough hands. Then his gloriously wet mouth was on it and Jaskier almost came on the spot, his hips jolting up, cock pressed against Cooper's stomach. Would Jaskier be able to hold back was so much more the better question. But how was he supposed to think about anything when he could be squirming against Cooper and grasping onto his shoulders to pull him close instead? He'd get to the rest -- in a second --

In a second huh?

Cooper is more than delighted that he's got the bard so distracted he's forgotten why he even got on his lap. As much as he'd like to be buried deep inside him, he does like short circuiting that pretty head of his. Removing the other clamp he'll free both nipples now, fingers teasing and toying with one as his lips and tongue enjoy the other. Making Jaskier come like this is probably one of his favorite ways now, get him all worked up and sensitive then fuck him good and hard.

If he comes before he gets a chance to fill him up even better. His teeth sink into the swollen nub in his mouth as he gives it a tug, mimicking the same with his other nipple as he pinches it and tugs with his fingers. Having Jaskier a moaning whimpering mess of his name and nothing else was a sure fire way to have him hard as fuck and if the bard didn't get himself ready soon, Cooper would handle that as well.

Cooper might have to. While Jaskier still hold on to the vial he seems to have forgotten it in favor of holding on to Cooper, too. His vocabulary has narrowed to Cooper's name and sometimes the word 'fuck' or a similar variation. There's so much heat in his chest, the sensations going straight to his dick which he is still grinding against Cooper's stomach with stuttering movements. He feels more turned on than he had in his life - another thing Cooper does to him, the way the ghoul can play his body like Jaskier plays the lute leaving his mouth slack, kiss-bitten red lips gasping until he gives another shout of Cooper's name as he comes.

There he is, that's his little bird. Singing so pretty for him. Cooper's hands move from resting on Jaskier's hips lazily or alternating between his nipples when his mouth isn't on them. He's happy to let the bard rock against him till he comes, all worked up and flushed, name on his lips.

Real pretty sight.

Capturing Jaskier's mouth with his own, he'll reach up to the hands around his shoulders, feeling for which has that vial still, taking it from him. Greedy he'll kiss him more, while he works on getting his fingers slick to tease between the bard's cheeks. The nice thing about him being post orgasm is he's real relaxed.

"Why don't you just hold on, darling. I'll take care of things." Cooper smiles, fingers rubbing against his hole.

"You're real spoiled you know. Having to do all the work here, princess." This is not a complaint, let's be real.

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