Vesemir/Lambert, dom!Lambert, Consent conversation
In retrospect Lambert has no idea how he did it. Maybe spending the past year with the caravan, participating in the daily training with the cats, has changed the way he fought. Maybe there was a patch of ice on the ground of the lower courtyard that had gone unnoticed by all of them. Or maybe it was the euphoria of the fight between him and Vesemir lasting longer than it had ever before.
It happens in the blink of a moment. Vesemir parries his attack, switches his stance to turn the block into a counter attack and Lambert- Lambert sees an opening. He swoops in low, dodges under the upcoming sword and uses his momentum to knock the old witcher off his feet. Seconds later he his up again and has the tip of his sword against Vesemir's throat.
Lambert is breathing hard, his chest visibly rising up and down as he pants out little white clouds. Despite the cold, he can feel little droplets of sweat running down his flushed face. It's the middle of the winter and he hadn't had a workout this good in weeks. Surely, his legs will be screaming at him tomorrow morning, but it was so worth it.
Vesemir is on his knees in front of him, his chest rising just as quickly as Lambert's own. His head is tilted back to avoid the steel of the sword digging into his skin. His throat is exposed, flushed red from the exhaustion and trembling under the strain of keeping still. Like this, Lambert can see Vesemir's Adam's apple move as he swallows.
Their eyes lock and gold melts into gold.
Goosebumps spread across Vesemir's skin. His pupils blow wide and-
Before he gets the chance to step closer to Vesemir, to tower over him, the moment is interrupted by his brothers. They swoop in, loud and joyous, having just witnessed his first real victory over their swordmaster, and tackle him to the ground in a group hug filled with laughter.
And to be fair – Lambert thinks he kind of deserves the celebration.
He locks eyes with Vesemir and smirks.
Two days later, he corners the older witcher in front of his room.
It takes him two, three big strides to reach Vesemir and another confident step forward to make his way into the other's personal space. To his utter delight, he catches Vesemir completely off-guard, resulting in him stumbling backwards. Lambert follows easily, leads Vesemir further back until he's pressed against the wall and traps him there with his hands on either side of his head. Vesemir frowns up at him, "Now what on earth do you think you're doing?"
Lambert's voice is sharp, demanding, and Vesemir's mouth falls shut with an audible click. "We both know what this is about. Don't pretend I didn't see that look in your eyes." He leans down, his head close to the witcher's ear and he whispers, "All this time, you just wanted to be someone's good boy, didn't you?"
Two things happen almost instantly. One; Vesemir's knees buckle under him and two; Lambert grabs hold of his neck in return, drawing a helpless moan out of him. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He squeezes Vesemir's neck, forces the older witcher to turn his head so that they can make eye contact and hums. "That was pretty quick, hm? But I need you to come back to me for a second, alright?"
He waits, patiently for once, for Vesemir's eyes to clear up and his mind to come back. He can clearly see the moment the awareness and embarrassment settle in and he quickly tightens the grip around the older man's neck. "Yeah, no. None of that. You're fine, Vesemir. I'm not here to make fun of you, I'm here to take care of you. But you need to tell me if this is something you want. I will not take you under just for you to wake up tomorrow morning with regrets." He takes a step back, gives his mentor space to think, but doesn't dare take his eyes off him. "Yes or no, Vesemir. Is this something you want with me?"
For the first time in his life, Lambert sees Vesemir hesitate over a decision. Which is good - it means the older man is actually thinking about this instead of making a mistake due to rushing it. Then again, seeing Vesemir like this, with his back against the wall, head bowed down, staying where Lambert has put him... He really hopes Vesemir will say yes.
And he does. It is quiet, directed more towards his feet than Lambert's face, but it's a yes. Vesemir wants this, wants him.
Lambert breathes out a sigh of relief. "Okay. That's good. Good. You okay with doing it in your own room?" he asks next, because if they're actually going to do this, he will make sure they'll be having a damn good time. Again, Vesemir needs a moment to answer, but when he does, he nods his head and lets out a small, confirming noise that sounds way too soft for the usually stern witcher. Both of them notice it and Lambert grins wickedly as he watches a heavy blush spread across the witcher's cheeks and neck. It's outright adorable.
"How far do you want me to take this? Want me to just use my words or can I touch you?"
"For fuck's sake! I am not some blushing maiden that has never taken a cock before," Vesemir suddenly snaps at him. Lambert growls even louder in response. He can smell the embarrassment on Vesemir's skin, can see the vulnerability in his posture. It must've been so long since he's had someone trustworthy and willing to take over. Lambert immediately wants to soothe, to take Vesemir into his arms and keep him there until all the world's problems have passed. But if they can't even make it through the most basic of questions, Lambert isn't willing to go any further. He needs the other man to be honest with him.
So he growls and postures, makes himself look bigger and stronger than he usually would. “I asked you a question, Vesemir. And I expect an answer.”
And it works. Vesemir's whole body shudders under him and his head snaps up, eyes staring widely at Lambert. That look in his eyes- So unbelievably nervous, confused but hopeful. Wanting. It's absolutely addicting.
“I- You- You can touch me.” Lambert swallows. He wants to do a whole lot more than that. Patience, he tells himself. “Thank you for answering. I know it wasn't easy for you.” He watches as goosebumps spread across the witcher's skin, making him shiver under Lambert's watchful gaze. “Thank you for trusting me with this, you've done good.” Another tiny sound escapes the older witcher. He reaches out with his hands and grabs Lambert's tunic, grounds himself by clinging to tightly onto the dominant looming over him. Lambert grins, satisfied, happy. He closes the space between them again. This time he presses his entire body against Vesemir's, buries his nose in the witcher's long hair. “How about my mouth, hm? Can I use my mouth on you, sweet thing, is that something you'd like?”
“Y- Yes,” Vesemir gasps so quietly it's almost inaudible.
“Oh, you can be nicer than that. Tell me, sweet thing, do you want my cock as well?” He underlines his words by pressing a knee between the other man's thighs. “Answer nicely.”
“I- Yes, please, Lambert. I'd like anything.”
👉👈 I have to stop here, because there's so many nice people that have sent me asks and I love this pairing so much I'd be sitting on this fic all weekend... But thank you so much for the ask! Maybe I will add a second chapter to this on ao3 one day. 🥰