#OldandKinky modern au

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Favoured Trope Game

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence (also known as PINING) // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Preferences highlighted in red. If I haven't chosen, it's because I don't like either, or I don't have any particularly strong feelings.

Tagging: @sometimesiwrite, @anonymousblueberry, @blackberrywars, @roughentumble, @oldandkinky, @lokibus, @greyduckgreygoose. I think most of CS has been tagged! I'm about a hundred years late with this.

[oldandkinky]

34+87 Lambert/jaskier

CW: bodyguard AU, age difference, exhibitionism, sex toys, rimming, anal play, mentions of underage sex and attempted non-con

34: “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”

87: “wanna fuck?”

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Jaskier is… a problem, Lambert realises pretty damn quick. The boy is nineteen and spoiled as shit, disrespectful and mouthy, and Lambert knows he's going to lose his patience with him sooner rather than later. Which isn't ideal, given that the kid's father pays him a small fortune to keep the brat safe.

One of the first things Jaskier says to him is, "Wanna fuck?" and Lambert is caught too off guard to reply with anything but an annoyed grunt. He has been propositioned by clients before, sure. Part of the job. But never this brazenly by a kid two decades his junior.

He has to hand it to the boy, he's persistent. Jaskier doesn't really stop asking if Lambert wants to fuck him, and it becomes clear quickly that the kid has no shame at all. He'll prance around the house wearing nothing but lace panties that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, layering a silk robe on top if he's feeling particularly bashful. Though that doesn't happen often. Lambert is more likely to walk in on him reclining on one of the plush couches in his personal living room - rich people, for fuck's sake - fondling himself through those ridiculous panties as he watches porn on his phone than to actually encounter Jaskier fully dressed.

It's a problem, one that becomes harder and harder to ignore.

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After only a month of this, he's at the pub with Geralt and Eskel, staring morosely into his drink as he tries not to think about the dusky pink of Jaskier's nipples or the twist of his lips as he gives Lambert a saucy grin. It's… really far more difficult not to think about these things than it should be.

"You look like someone just ran over your cat," Eskel says, nudging him with his elbow. Lambert just grunts. He really doesn't want to talk about this.

"It's the Pankratz boy, isn't it?" Geralt asks, and Lambert gives him a look.

"You know anything?"

Geralt gives him a lopsided grin. "Know the kid's a slut. Apparently he has fucked every single one of his bodyguards ever since he turned fifteen."

"Jesus." Lambert rubs a hand over his face. The news doesn't surprise him, and part of him is reassured to hear that he's just part of a pattern for Jaskier. The rest, the one that he stomps on viciously, feels dejected at the realisation that it's not him Jaskier is interested in, that he's just another notch in the boy's bedpost.

"I heard about that," Eskel muses. "Heard he gets folks fired if he's not satisfied with their performance."

"So if I were you I'd start looking for a new job," Geralt throws in jovially, and Lambert elbows him in the ribs.

"Funny." He picks up his drink and gulps down half of it, then sighs. "I'm not gonna fuck him. He's trouble." He shrugs. "And this gig pays far too well to risk that."

"Don't have to justify yourself to us." Eskel nudges him gently. "We've all been there, Lamb. Clients get needy. The kid isn't special that way. He's just young and stupid."

And far too pretty for his own good, Lambert thinks.

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The next time he walks in on Jaskier, he's in his bedroom. Lambert made a point to knock, waiting for Jaskier to tell him to come in. He's trying, alright?

Of course Jaskier doesn't care about his efforts.

The boy is on his knees, face pressed into the mattress as he fucks a frankly ridiculous dildo into himself. He's moaning like a pro, hips twitching back against his hand, and it's only the many years of experience that keep Lambert from turning on his heel and fleeing from the room.

"You're supposed to get ready for school," he deadpans, keeping his eyes on Jaskier's face instead of the pale curve of his arse or on the way his hole seems to suck the dildo right on. He's definitely not supposed to look at the way the kid's pretty cock bounces between his legs with each thrust of the toy.

"Fuck school," Jaskier gasps as his hand speeds up. His arse jiggles with every thrust, and Lambert's trousers grow tighter by the second.

"I know what you're trying to do."

"Oh, good," Jaskier gasps, his back arching. His prick drools pre onto the sheets. "I thought I might have been too subtle."

"As subtle as a brick to the face," Lambert says. "But I'm not going to fuck you. I'm not risking my job for an orgasm."

"I wasn't planning on only one." The kid slows down until he stops entirely, and then he pulls his hand away, leaving his hole stuffed with the dildo. It quivers as Jaskier clenches and twitches around it, and now Lambert has to look. The thing is thick, probably as wide as his wrist, and Jaskier's rim is stretched white around it. "I know what people say about me," he says, breathless. "That I'm a slut who fires the people who don't fuck me well enough." He shifts as he looks back at Lambert over his shoulder, and the toy shifts with him. "I got the ones fired who tried to force me after I told them I wasn't interested any more. That's all."

That… puts things into perspective a bit more, Lambert thinks. Still. "You're a kid."

"I'm a legal adult, for fuck's sake." Jaskier rolls his eyes in truly dramatic teenage fashion, and Lambert smothers the smile that threatens to break out across his face. "Come on," Jaskier says, wriggling his pretty arse, "what have you got to lose? I'm not gonna have you fired unless you turn out to be an abusive jerk. Besides," he adds, and he reaches behind himself and oh so slowly pulls the dildo out of himself, "I'm already prepped and everything."

Lambert shouldn't. He really shouldn't. It's unprofessional. 

Fuck professionalism. I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional, he thinks as he watches Jaskier, the boy's gaping, slick hole simply begging to be filled again, and Lambert isn't the sort to deny when he has lost a battle. Doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

"You're a fucking menace," he hisses as he pulls his shirt over his head, and Jaskier giggles. His hole winks at Lambert as he laughs, and Lambert dives in face first.

So what if he gets fired, he thinks as he laps at Jaskier's soft rim, as he listens to the kid squeal when Lambert tugs on his balls. There's always another job.