#if theres even one little bit in it i will gag and retch

[princeloww]

do you prefer milkshakes or smoothies

Milkshakes ALL the way. But only chocolate milkshakes though

[whaticannotshowyou]

Oh, u said thigh kink? What about with emeto?? 18 yr old lamb. New on the path and feeling so lonely and miserable. He was such a brat at KM that while all the other boys were sneaking into each others bunks at night, no one would pay him any mind. hes on the path and meeting so many people for the first time, gorgeous human women and elven men and even a dwarf or two. And hes overwhelmed and turned on all the time, but as a witcher and a pup no less, no one would touch him.

He wanders into a tavern on a packed night, trying to drum up business (and a lay, but he cant think about it without getting a little stiff) and you spot him. Hes so fucking cute; lean and lanky with sinewy muscle, scruff growing in just lightly on his chin. Lambert looks out of place, trying not to jump when a barmaid brushes past him and its impossible to pass up, really. He catches your eye for a moment, jutting out his chin in an attempt at confidence and you smirk, waving him over.

He sits across from you at your table like you were going to pull the seat out from under him, eyes flicking to your face, your hand on the table, and back to your face. You order him a drink, start asking him questions about being a witcher. No one has ever paid attention to lambert of their own will, so hes immediately smitten. Maybe youre interested, maybe youre just trying to distract him so he doesnt notice how much hes drinking. Either way, the pup is drunk soon enough, flushed and unable to stop staring at your lips as you talk to him.

You ask him if he wants to come with you upstairs, and hes nodding so eagerly he might snap his neck, following you on legs that wobbled more from nerves than alcohol. (1/4)

When youre sat in a chair in your room, he lets you pull him on to your lap as you kiss him. Hes inexperienced, sure, but he wants to please so badly that hes easy to guide. Hes hard almost before you even get your tongue into his mouth and gods, if that isnt hot. By the time youre running your hands along his sides, hes making the cutest little whines in the back of his throat as he tries not to rut against your thigh. You can feel how hot he is, and how hes so hard it must hurt being trapped in his trousers and it gives you the best idea. You bounce you leg thats pressed against his cock and he moans into your mouth at the extra pressure. Hes squirming, pawing at your clothes trying to get more skin contact but you grab his hands and lace your fingers together.

He pulls away from the kiss, a pout on his swollen lips. "Arent you going to fuck me?"

Maybe its mean, but you put on a doubtful face like you werent planning on ploughing him, like youd leave him like this. And he looks so put out even as hes still squirming in your lap. You tell him you can be convinced, and he lights up again. Anything! He wants to be wanted so bad. So you tell him he has to show you his control. You tell him, bringing one hand still laced with his up to his mouth, that you want him to suck on your fingers, and he can take all the pleasure he wants riding your thigh as long as they are as far down his throat as he can take them. The kid sputters, bright red from the idea of something so embarrassing. But you raise an eyebrow and wait for his answer and eventually, he nods. (2/4)

Its easy at first, the slide of two of your fingers over his tongue, your other hand holding his hips still. When you sink them as far as they can go to the back of his throat, he tries to brave it, getting in a few tiny thrusts before pulling back, gasping. Theres thick saliva trailing from your fingers to his chin and it looks so sinful you cant help but groan.

Its easy at first, the slide of two of your fingers over his tongue, your other hand holding his hips still. When you sink them as far as they can go to the back of his throat, he tries to brave it, getting in a few tiny thrusts before pulling back, gasping. Theres thick saliva trailing from your fingers to his chin and it looks so sinful you cant help but groan.

That really seems to encourage lambert, and hes sinking his mouth down again over the fingers, this time rushing to get them down so he can hump against your thigh. You tilt your hips up so you can get some friction yourself, but always pull back when he does, gagging a little bit now. Lambert works himself into a frenzy, hes getting close to coming but his gag reflex takes over before he can get there. His whole chin and a good deal of your hand is covered in drool, and his pants are visibly damp. You run a hand along his back, soothing him as he shakily draws breath. (3/4)

"Its alright, little wolf, youre almost there. Doing so good."

The praise is the last push he needs. Lambert swallows down your fingers, three this time and thrusts against your thigh desperately. His throat is squeezing around your fingers as he retches around them, and you cant help yourself, the comforting hand on his back wraps around him to hold him to you, pressing his cock flush against yours and letting your fingers brush the back of his throat. Lambert thrashes, trying to get away, but it just causes more friction on his cock, in his throat, and he comes, shaking violently.

You release him and he drops to the floor, neck straining and back arching as he vomits his ale onto the floor. Hes gasping, swallowing thickly as you crouch over him, but still eases when you run a hand through his hair.

"Good pup, you did very good." Lambert sags like those words were the relief he needed.

"Now," you say, cheerful "isnt it time i get mine?" (4/4) 💣

I put this under a read more just because of the length. Also because it made me actually completely red in my face to imagine it. Gods, this made my day, can’t properly cope honestly... Don’t have much to add, I am just so... giddy with the whole thing. And thankful beyond comprehension holy shit..