𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 , 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐓͟ …

lambert couldn’t keep his hands off of jaskier even on his best days, and he knew just how much jaskier enjoyed being manhandled . . especially when lambert wasn’t being particularly gentle about it. so he allowed that hand to run from the back of jaskier’s neck to the side——

a wickedness was quick to spark in the witcher’s eyes, his hand sliding back from the bard’s jaw to grip at the nape of his neck, pushing them close together so his face was practically pressing into jaskier’s cheek, playing with just how close he could get to his ——

lambert looked as smug as he always seemed to whenever he manhandled jaskier, holding a knowing stare and flashing a smirk that had managed to piss off almost everyone he had come across. but then jaskier’s gaze turned defiant, and lambert had to suppress the exasperated ——

lambert, seemingly already warring with his dwindling patience for their little word games, let the space between them close in one big, swift step, just to curl his hand beneath jaskier’s chin and redirect his lingering gaze back up to lambert’s own eyes. leave it to ——

lambert opened his mouth to speak, as if he was going to actually answer that question. instead, a parted smirk curled onto his brims, enough to make the sharp canines in his mouth obvious for a passing second. his hand was brought up to his own chin, stroking the facial hair——