thequarrelsome:

Yes, the companionship of Layne was the closest nowadays Lambert had to a friendship. Yes, he still annoyed the hell out of the wolf school witcher almost constantly. But was there anything that he could do? His options were limited to probably beating him bloody as so far that was the only thing he didn’t like. Lighter violence on himself seemed to agree with him…

Maybe if he left him somewhere, tied up to fend for himself, that would give him some sort of a lesson. That was the initial idea that brought them to this situation, Lambert was in the process of telling the other his plan but he didn’t seem to listen. He was somewhere completely else, and Lambert mid-sentence had to stop, eyes wide, mouth agape slightly as he watched Layne, as he was… ( was he really )… teasing him?

Jaw snapped shut as he realised how foolish he must have looked, a strained expression on his face as he swallowed, his other hand grabbing Layne’s hair to pull him off his fingers.

“ Layne… what the hell… “

Voice almost shaky, though he tried to keep the force in it, wanting to be outraged by it, but his mind was already considering other alternatives.

This was a certain brand of FUN for him. Teasing Lambert always was, but it never got to the point where he’d enjoy himself quite as much. It was that look in the other’s eyes, the way his mouth stayed open and how gaze traced, trailed, and watched everything as if a single blink might make him miss the best part. But he was only just getting started. Before his teeth could drag across the witcher’s finger again, the other hand was in his hair. His mouth was pulled away from the first hand, however, and he let out a quiet gasp. Merely from the suddenness, though the rough touch was not unwelcomed.

His hands twisted just the slightest in their confines but could not move any further. That was alright - he could deal with it for now. As long as Lambert didn’t show any intent to kill him, he would stay as the other planned to leave him. The look in his face, the shadow of thoughts racing about behind the man’s eyes, seemed to reveal other plans.

A chuckle bubbled up as he smirked up, his tongue running along the edge of his teeth. His pupils stayed as dilated as they were before, though there was as much amusement in them as there was lust.

“ I WARNED you what’d happen if you put your hand near my mouth again. ” That he’d bite, that he’d take a finger with him, but perhaps not in the way that might have been expected. The smirk kept to his lips and he refused to break eye contact with the witcher above him. He wanted to know what he was doing to him.