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.
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 --
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.
Little matches those post-orgasm kisses for Jaskier, when he's all lazy and relaxed and still floating on the euphoria and Cooper is still all worked up and ready to go. When he feels Cooper's slick fingers - when had he taken back the oil? - teasing between his cheeks he lets out a groan that's half lost in Cooper's mouth.
He is spoiled. Knows he is, with the presents, and the way Cooper's fingers dance along his rim.
"You like spoiling me~" Jaskier accuses, all lax pleasure, nuzzling at Cooper's cheek when he's not kissing him, holding on to Cooper. He can never get enough of his lips on the ghoul, especially right after an orgasm.
Jaskier isn't wrong. He does like spoiling him, because spoiling the bard means ruining him completely in the best way.
"I like making a mess of you." Cooper corrects, sinking a finger into him. He's not gentle about it either, not that he's being too overly rough, but he's hard as hell and eager to be inside him. The slick makes it easy to fuck Jaskier's hole, makes it easy to soon enough add another finger, working them deep into him, curling just right. He knows how to make his birdie sing after all.
"You ready for me, darling?" Tell him you need him, Jaskier.
Making a mess of Jaskier is spoiling him, really. From Cooper. His pleasured sighs ease into a groan as Cooper slips a finger into him, slick oil and euphoric relaxation making it easy, with just enough roughness to have his over-sensitive cock already stirring again. By the second finger he's panting, nuzzling at Cooper's neck, lips eager against blistered skin.
"Cooper," he whines, insides squirming against the fingers inside him, already wanting more, panting the words directly into Cooper's ear. "I need you inside of me, please-"
The ghoul laughs, breathless as his cock twitches between them. God does he beg pretty. Like Jaskier doesn't do everything real good. Maybe that's why he's so addicted to him. Not because he's caught those pesky feelings or anything like that. Hand cupping Jaskier's face, he'll turn him to kiss him, teeth and tongue, moaning as he shuffles them a bit awkwardly back more onto the bed. Pulling his fingers from the bard he'll leave him empty for the moment while he uses a bit more of that oil to slick his own cock, gotta make sure it's a smooth ride after all.
Both of them ready now, almost, Cooper will pluck his hat off his own head and cheekily places it on Jaskier's before he lays back, leaving the bard straddling him.
"Ready for that ride, birdie?" But then Cooper realizes something is missing. Hand patting blindly on the bed he finds Jaskier's present, left discarded earlier.
"Just a second..." Cooper's tongue lazily licks out over his bottom lip as his fingers reach up to roll and pinch Jaskier's abused and puffy nipples, making sure they're nice and hard for him to re-attach each clamp yet again. Like hell he's not going to get to watch Jaskier eagerly ride his cock without his present on. As he admires the mess Jaskier already is, Cooper gives a pat pat to his ass, eyes hungrily roaming up over the bard's form.
Cooper's always so good to Jaskier when he begs, why would he ever stop? It's the fastest way to get what he wants, especially if he makes it nice and desperate. Sure, sometimes Cooper decides to be mean and tease him a little longer... but Jaskier enjoys those times too, the way it's drawn out. He moans into the kiss, the sound turning into a whine when Cooper pulls his fingers free to easier situate them on the bed. Cooper's hat on Jaskier's already mussed hair really does complete the look, and just as Jaskier starts sitting up proper to brace himself and sink down onto Cooper- oh.
"Need to make sure you have reigns? Which one of us is doing the riding, here?" Jaskier asks breathlessly, but fuck if his sore nipples aren't doing their own singing with the delight of Cooper's present back on them. He brings a hand up to straighten the hat, then he's reaching down to hold Cooper's slick cock steady to sink down on it, slowly.
They've both learned the push and pull of this... relationship. That's what it was, regardless of how either saw it. They both know how to touch each other and what to say, how to light fires under skin and deep inside one another.
It's almost romantic.
"You might be doing the riding, but I always got the reigns, darling." He says that, but as Jaskier starts to sink down onto him the ghoul can only groan low as he watches him through long lashes. One of his hands smoothes up the bard's stomach, chest, under the chain and through the hair on his chest.
"Hell..." The usually cocky voice is rougher than usual, breathless as Jaskier's heat surrounds him.
"Y'fit me like a glove, birdie." He wants to buck up into him, make Jaskier sing, but this is the bard's rodeo. At least for the moment, so he'll have a bit of restraint.
Gods, just the way Cooper looks at him -- Jaskier licks his still flushed and inviting lips, looking down at the Ghoul, letting out an extended sigh of pleasure as Cooper's hand has to keep touching him. Like he's not doing enough to get Jaskier off already.
"Should by now, fuck, you're a perfect fit inside me..." Jaskier groans, sinking down inch by inch, trying to draw it out slowly but too needy to go that slow. There's just enough stretch to leave Jaskier aching, and when Cooper bottoms out inside of him Jaskier takes a moment to just breathe, to feel him hot and thick.
"Watch me, Cooper," Jaskier finally gasps out as he starts to move, rocking his hips as he rides the Ghoul, the other man's cock pressing against all the places that make his blood sing.
Like hell he could look away from him even if he wanted to. How could he want such a foolish thing? Cooper props himself up on an elbow so he can watch even better, his hand still smoothing over the expanse of his stomach and chest. He doesn't move down to touch his cock yet, gotta give it a moment to get back in the game, he knows it will, Jaskier is young after all. His fingers curl in the chain and give it a little pull to give his cock an incentive to twitch back to life.
"All eyes on you, darling." Drawled low and hungry as he does indeed watch Jaskier. Drawing his legs up a little so he can plant his feet on the bed, he'll lift his hips up into the bard rocking down on him. Can't let the ride get boring.
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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He took the bottle from Cooper with another kiss, breath heavy.
"Can you hold back until I'm done~?"
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"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.
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"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 --
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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.
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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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He is spoiled. Knows he is, with the presents, and the way Cooper's fingers dance along his rim.
"You like spoiling me~" Jaskier accuses, all lax pleasure, nuzzling at Cooper's cheek when he's not kissing him, holding on to Cooper. He can never get enough of his lips on the ghoul, especially right after an orgasm.
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"I like making a mess of you." Cooper corrects, sinking a finger into him. He's not gentle about it either, not that he's being too overly rough, but he's hard as hell and eager to be inside him. The slick makes it easy to fuck Jaskier's hole, makes it easy to soon enough add another finger, working them deep into him, curling just right. He knows how to make his birdie sing after all.
"You ready for me, darling?" Tell him you need him, Jaskier.
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"Cooper," he whines, insides squirming against the fingers inside him, already wanting more, panting the words directly into Cooper's ear. "I need you inside of me, please-"
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Not because he's caught those pesky feelings or anything like that.Hand cupping Jaskier's face, he'll turn him to kiss him, teeth and tongue, moaning as he shuffles them a bit awkwardly back more onto the bed. Pulling his fingers from the bard he'll leave him empty for the moment while he uses a bit more of that oil to slick his own cock, gotta make sure it's a smooth ride after all.Both of them ready now, almost, Cooper will pluck his hat off his own head and cheekily places it on Jaskier's before he lays back, leaving the bard straddling him.
"Ready for that ride, birdie?" But then Cooper realizes something is missing. Hand patting blindly on the bed he finds Jaskier's present, left discarded earlier.
"Just a second..." Cooper's tongue lazily licks out over his bottom lip as his fingers reach up to roll and pinch Jaskier's abused and puffy nipples, making sure they're nice and hard for him to re-attach each clamp yet again. Like hell he's not going to get to watch Jaskier eagerly ride his cock without his present on. As he admires the mess Jaskier already is, Cooper gives a pat pat to his ass, eyes hungrily roaming up over the bard's form.
"Now you ready for a ride."
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"Need to make sure you have reigns? Which one of us is doing the riding, here?" Jaskier asks breathlessly, but fuck if his sore nipples aren't doing their own singing with the delight of Cooper's present back on them. He brings a hand up to straighten the hat, then he's reaching down to hold Cooper's slick cock steady to sink down on it, slowly.
"Fuck, fuck, Cooper-"
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It's almost romantic.
"You might be doing the riding, but I always got the reigns, darling." He says that, but as Jaskier starts to sink down onto him the ghoul can only groan low as he watches him through long lashes. One of his hands smoothes up the bard's stomach, chest, under the chain and through the hair on his chest.
"Hell..." The usually cocky voice is rougher than usual, breathless as Jaskier's heat surrounds him.
"Y'fit me like a glove, birdie." He wants to buck up into him, make Jaskier sing, but this is the bard's rodeo. At least for the moment, so he'll have a bit of restraint.
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"Should by now, fuck, you're a perfect fit inside me..." Jaskier groans, sinking down inch by inch, trying to draw it out slowly but too needy to go that slow. There's just enough stretch to leave Jaskier aching, and when Cooper bottoms out inside of him Jaskier takes a moment to just breathe, to feel him hot and thick.
"Watch me, Cooper," Jaskier finally gasps out as he starts to move, rocking his hips as he rides the Ghoul, the other man's cock pressing against all the places that make his blood sing.
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"All eyes on you, darling." Drawled low and hungry as he does indeed watch Jaskier. Drawing his legs up a little so he can plant his feet on the bed, he'll lift his hips up into the bard rocking down on him. Can't let the ride get boring.