Jaskier grins when she admits she likes sucking him off. He just loves hearing her share her sexual preferences.
"I don't want you to choke either. I'll never force you to do anything, that much I can promise." He kisses the top of her head. "I will say, however: it's quite hard not to fuck your lovely mouth." He makes sure to keep his tone light, teasing. He doesn't want her to think he's complaining.
The mention of chocolate tits makes him chuckle. He brings out three syrup bottles he got: chocolate, caramel, and strawberry. He lets her have the chocolate one. "There's still some left. Mayhaps I should assemble the dessert on your tits too." Just kidding. No, really.
“Oh you wanna fuck my mouth, huh?” she asks saucily. “That’s something that we can try. I trust you.” Trust is a huge thing in a relationship, and especially if you want to be adventurous in the bedroom.
Midge takes the chocolate sauce from him and puts some of it on her ice cream.
“You mean like this?”
Giving him a sly look, she takes the bottle of whipped cream and shakes it before squeezing a dot of it out on top of her nipple.
Jaskier's eyes widen and for once, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. "I was teasing you, because it always feels so fucking good when you blow me. We don't have to do it." He knows it's a lot to ask for.
Her little whipped cream definitely helps him snap out of it. She's still wearing his shirt, which makes the view ten times more erotic. Grinning, Jaskier lips his lips before leaning in to suck the cream off her tit. A simple lick should be enough, but he stays there for a while, enjoying the taste of her nipple in his mouth. He licks and sucks beyond cleaning, taking part of her tit into his mouth in the process.
They've done many things, but nothing that Jaskier would consider risky. Fucking her mouth would be a big step and a lot of trust. So yes, points for her.
Her comment makes him laugh. "In this household, we are great supporters of equality."
This time, he grabs her breast and squeezes before diving him. He spends just as much time with this one, humming to show her how much he likes it.
A soft moan escapes her as Jaskier sucks at her other nipple. She pulls back gently when he finishes. “If you keep doing that, our ice cream will melt before we get to eat it.”
With a wink, Midge sprays some whipped cream on her sundae, then gets a spoon. “Gonna join me in bed?” she asks.
Jaskier pouts very dramatically. "My lady is a fucking tease."
After kissing her nose, he finishes his sundae too and puts the things back on the fridge before following her. "The day I say no to that question, you'll know I'm dead."
Pillows are piled against the headboard so they can comfortable sit against it. Their size difference comes in handy once more, allowing them to stay close and still balance their bowls. Jaskier ocassionally dips his spoon in her bowl just to feed her. It's another form of affection in his eyes.
"Of course, you remember after we get comfortable," he teases.
Jaskier still thinks that Midge doesn't owe them an explanation as long as the kids are with Joel. But he won't be against a little heads-up call. Not a bad thing to prevent any worries.
He drops the spoon in the bowl to rub her back. "What are you going to tell them?"
She doesn’t want to worry her parents. Midge tries to let them know when her gigs are so they know when she’ll be out late. Tonight isn’t one of them. The last thing she needs is them calling the cops to try to come find her.
She takes a deep breath. “That I’m staying with you. And that you’re officially my boyfriend now.”
"So you're telling them that you'll be spending the night fucking, understood."
Just a little more teasing, don't mind him. Jaskier doesn't want her to worry about this too much, although he can't deny that her parents being a touchy subject may be a thing forever.
He kisses the top of her head. "You honor me. Are you nervious?"
Midge huffs a laugh at that, mostly because it’s true. That’s more or less what she’s telling them. The truth. But, they’re going to have to find out sooner or later. She’s a grown woman. She’s not going to sneak around with her boyfriend like a teenager.
“A little.” Midge looks up at him, her blue eyes wide. “I don’t want to hide you though. We’re not going to hide at the wedding, so they might as well know now. Besides, I’m a divorcee, not some blushing virgin.”
Another kiss, this time for her forehead. Her hand never stops rubbing her back - he wants her to relax and enjoy herself, not to worry about these things. But he can't blame her.
"Whatever you choose to do, you have my support. You know I don't expect any formalities - you're free to do as you please. We'll make a grand entrance at the wedding anyway." Wink~
“Oh is that why you always say dirty things to me?” she asks.
He’s so comforting, another reason why she loves him. Midge curls up against him, her head on his chest.
“We definitely will.” She smiles. “I keep thinking back to that night at the art jam. Even though we fought, it was such a good night before that. Everyone knew who I was. Had you been talking about me?”
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"I don't want you to choke either. I'll never force you to do anything, that much I can promise." He kisses the top of her head. "I will say, however: it's quite hard not to fuck your lovely mouth." He makes sure to keep his tone light, teasing. He doesn't want her to think he's complaining.
The mention of chocolate tits makes him chuckle. He brings out three syrup bottles he got: chocolate, caramel, and strawberry. He lets her have the chocolate one. "There's still some left. Mayhaps I should assemble the dessert on your tits too." Just kidding. No, really.
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Midge takes the chocolate sauce from him and puts some of it on her ice cream.
“You mean like this?”
Giving him a sly look, she takes the bottle of whipped cream and shakes it before squeezing a dot of it out on top of her nipple.
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Her little whipped cream definitely helps him snap out of it. She's still wearing his shirt, which makes the view ten times more erotic. Grinning, Jaskier lips his lips before leaning in to suck the cream off her tit. A simple lick should be enough, but he stays there for a while, enjoying the taste of her nipple in his mouth. He licks and sucks beyond cleaning, taking part of her tit into his mouth in the process.
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Midge figured he’d like that little trick with the whipped cream. She hums happily as he sucks on her nipple, her fingers sifting through his hair.
When he finishes, she puts a spot of whipped cream on her other nipple. “I didn’t want that one to feel left out,” Midge says.
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Her comment makes him laugh. "In this household, we are great supporters of equality."
This time, he grabs her breast and squeezes before diving him. He spends just as much time with this one, humming to show her how much he likes it.
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With a wink, Midge sprays some whipped cream on her sundae, then gets a spoon. “Gonna join me in bed?” she asks.
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After kissing her nose, he finishes his sundae too and puts the things back on the fridge before following her. "The day I say no to that question, you'll know I'm dead."
Pillows are piled against the headboard so they can comfortable sit against it. Their size difference comes in handy once more, allowing them to stay close and still balance their bowls. Jaskier ocassionally dips his spoon in her bowl just to feed her. It's another form of affection in his eyes.
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Jaskier and Midge get comfortable on the bed, with her leaning against his side. She gladly eats his offered spoonfuls of ice cream.
“I guess I have to call my mother soon,” she says with a sigh.
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Jaskier still thinks that Midge doesn't owe them an explanation as long as the kids are with Joel. But he won't be against a little heads-up call. Not a bad thing to prevent any worries.
He drops the spoon in the bowl to rub her back. "What are you going to tell them?"
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She takes a deep breath. “That I’m staying with you. And that you’re officially my boyfriend now.”
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Just a little more teasing, don't mind him. Jaskier doesn't want her to worry about this too much, although he can't deny that her parents being a touchy subject may be a thing forever.
He kisses the top of her head. "You honor me. Are you nervious?"
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“A little.” Midge looks up at him, her blue eyes wide. “I don’t want to hide you though. We’re not going to hide at the wedding, so they might as well know now. Besides, I’m a divorcee, not some blushing virgin.”
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Another kiss, this time for her forehead. Her hand never stops rubbing her back - he wants her to relax and enjoy herself, not to worry about these things. But he can't blame her.
"Whatever you choose to do, you have my support. You know I don't expect any formalities - you're free to do as you please. We'll make a grand entrance at the wedding anyway." Wink~
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He’s so comforting, another reason why she loves him. Midge curls up against him, her head on his chest.
“We definitely will.” She smiles. “I keep thinking back to that night at the art jam. Even though we fought, it was such a good night before that. Everyone knew who I was. Had you been talking about me?”