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Dandelion had thought he had the upper hand in this situation. He really expected the twunky little bartender in the pastel floral button-up short-sleeve to bend over and call him ‘sir’. But Jaskier had him pinned against the bathroom door as soon as it was locked, pressing his chest to the cold metal as Jaskier pressed against his back.
He ran his hands over Dandelion’s sides and nibbled at his ear, “Let's see that perky ass of yours, hm?”
“I didn’t come back here just for a peep show,” Dandelion’s voice was breathy and desperate, as much as he tried to keep his nonchalance.
Jaskier slid his hands over Dandelion’s stomach, splayed wide as he pulled him back against him, “How about my tongue up your ass?”
All thoughts about playing it cool or being seductive flew right out of his head and he was immediately scrambling to kick off his jeans.
“Mhmmm,” Jaskier chuckled as he swayed a bit, still caressing Dandelion’s body as he waited, “You sing so pretty on stage, could you do it for me too?”
Dandelion’s eyes rolled back in his head as he leaned forward against the door again and rocked his now bare buttock back against Jaskier’s erection, “Fuck- Jask. They’ll hear.”
Jaskier nudged his feet into the position he wanted him and knelt down, placing a kiss where Dandelion’s thigh met his arse, “Good.”
He spread Dandelion’s cheeks and wasted absolutely no time teasing, diving right in to lick over his hole with a flat wet tongue. Dandelion shivered and pressed back into his hands. Gods it had been so long since someone took him apart like this. He’d missed it and Jaskiers tongue was heavenly.
The bartender knew exactly what he was doing.
The pressure was teasingly light and perfectly firm and if Dandelion hadn’t been excited before, he sure as hell was by the time Jaskier moaned and lapped at his taint before circling the fluttering ring of muscle. The singer gasped and whined, high and desperate, as his legs shook. Jaskier reached around and gripped his cock, stroking in rhythm with the flicks and drags of his tongue, working away at Dandelion’s vocal control.
“FuuUuck- Ja- Jaskier!” Dandelion mewled, pressing his face against the door. He wasn’t even sure how to move. If he rocked into Jaskier’s hand he lost his tongue and if he rocked back he lost his hand for a moment. He could only stand still and take it as he whimpered and did his best to stay upright.
Jaskier pulled back and ran one finger through the cleft in Dandelion’s ass, “Don’t hold back sweetheart. It’s not good for your voice.”
He didn’t give the singer a chance to respond coherently before he was flicking his tongue over his most sensitive skin and working the head of his cock, “MotherfUCKEr! Oh my gods. Jaskier! SHit!”
Jaskier hummed in smug satisfaction and that was what did it. Dandelion came all over his hand, babbling nonsense, probably at the top of his lungs, and trembling with the effort of staying still.
Jaskier slowed his strokes as he stood up and held Dandelion back against his chest, kissing his neck and brushing his fingers over his nipples, “Fucking beautiful,” he breathed.
Dandelion could only hum a soft “please” in response, tangling his fingers in Jaskier’s soft brown hair.
“Oh? You’re ready for more?” Jaskier chuckled.
Dandelion nodded fervently. He hadn’t felt this good in ages and Jaskier had’t cum yet. He wasn’t going to leave the shitty bar bathroom till he’d had his fill and then some.