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Joscelin was beginning to appreciate his room more than ever. Over the months he'd dwelt with the Lannister family, guarding Cersei, he'd begun to experience a great deal of confusion. The way the twins treated him- friendly, but... too friendly. As though they wanted something from him, something his vows forbade him.

His room, as small and plain as it was, provided him a refuge from the whirl of thoughts and emotions that confronted him around the twins. He could meditate or read, and distract himself from the ache of desire that had started to pierce him whenever they were near.

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[slayedaking]

Jaime had been with Cersei, inside her, when she'd told him it was time, tonight was the night. He'd finished with her, bathed quickly, and re-dressed simply in some of the clothes he wore to spar. His steps were light and quiet as he made his way to Joscelin's room, knocking lightly and then opening the door without waiting for an answer.

"Messire Cassiline," he greeted, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

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Joscelin was up in a moment, bowing his graceful Cassiline bow as he wondered what in Elua's name Jaime was doing in his room. It wasn't done. His stomach twisted with nervous anticipation, wondering what the nobleman intended to do here. "My lord. May I assist you in some way?"

[slayedaking]

"I think you know how you can assist me." He said the words quietly, smirking as he took the two steps to where Joscelin stood. His hand came to the Cassiline's chin, holding him firm as Jaime leaned in to kiss him.

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Joscelin froze as he approached, startled by his boldness. Seducing a Cassiline- who would do that? Apparently Jaime Lannister. The shock of it sent Joscelin's mind reeling for a moment and by the time he came back to himself, he was kissing back, hands fisted in Jaime's tunic.

A pulse of desire washed through him, but he jerked away from his mouth and hand. "My lord, we cannot do this..."

[slayedaking]

Oh, yes. Jaime knew the man had this in him, he'd seen it, the heat that was so well-hidden. Cersei was the same, in a way. Jaime just smirked. "But we can." He kissed Joscelin again, a hand sliding around his waist to hold him firmly this time.

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His mouth tastes good and it's very distracting and Joscelin shouldn't be kissing back like some virgin maiden. He pulls away, more firmly this time- though he can't quite dislodge the arm. "I have sworn oaths..."

[slayedaking]

Jaime likes the way he kisses back. He doesn't bother to answer that, kissing Joscelin once more while the other hand grazes across his stomach, then lower, sliding between his legs to squeeze lightly.

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That's direct. Direct enough to make Joscelin see stars and shudder, arching into his hand with his objections pushed to the back of his mind. He pulls Jaime in closer, following Jaime's lead in the kissing.

[slayedaking]

Jaime smiles and keeps it up with his hand, alternating rubbing and squeezing, enjoying the feel of Joscelin getting hard against his palm. As he does, he starts kissing down Joscelin's throat, grazing with his teeth but careful never to leave a mark.

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There was some objection he should be making, he was sure, but that would mean that Jaime would stop, and his body is protesting that so heavily that his mind is overruled. He bucks against Jaime's hand, head tilted back.

[slayedaking]

Jaime backs Joscelin towards his narrow little bed, managing to bump him into a sitting position on it. Jaime knelt before him, kissing him again, and started tugging at the laces on Joscelin's breeches. Quietly, the door opened to let someone slip though and then closed again as gently as possible, Jaime making sure to keep Joscelin distracted.

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The distraction works for a moment, but Joscelin is still too much the Cassiline to miss someone entering his room- even if Jaime is unlacing his breeches and on his knees and things are getting very interesting.

Still, he can't help his attention being drawn to the newcomer. "L-lady Cersei...?"

[slayedaking]

She only smiles that smile so like her brother's, that can cut to the bone, as Jaime shoves Joscelin back so he's more or less laying, although the wall is close enough that he's just sortof slouched against it. Jaime finally gets Joscelin exposed and begins the languisement, one hand sliding up under his tunic to feel skin.

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That smile prickles against his skin in an almost tangible way and he can't help but arch up against Jaime's mouth. He's never felt anything like this before, never. The rush of desire through him overwhelms everything else.

[slayedaking]

"Tend him well, brother." Her tone is low, intense, but amused. "We cannot leave our dear friend unsatisfied." Cersei takes a seat in the chair, crossing her legs and watching. Jaime takes Joscelin deeper in response, hand working what his mouth can't reach.

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The sound of her voice sends shivers down his spine, rocking into her brother's mouth with a breathy gasp. It embarrasses him, to sound that weak, but Elua... he doesn't know how long he can take this treatment.

[slayedaking]

If it helps, Jaime's hard as a rock himself, and his free hand goes down, pulling the laces of his breeches to relieve some pressure. He hums in relief around Joscelin once he's sprung free, stroking himself idly a few times.

[soncroisement]

The hum doesn't help matters- it makes him arch in ecstasy, thrusting in deeper into Jaime's mouth heedless of his comfort.

[slayedaking]

Jaime nearly gags, but manages to adjust. He can hear Cersei's quiet inhale at that and it spurs him on, stroking himself more firmly and sucking harder, wanting to bring him off.

[soncroisement]

It won't take long, not with the overload of sensation and the knowledge that Lady Cersei is watching them and apparently enjoying herself and-

-yes, there it is. He comes with a barely muffled groan, head falling back against the wall with a thump.

[country_matters]

Jaime pulled off once he was done, laughing breathlessly, and stood, breeches sagging around his hips. Cersei rose easily from her chair and came to him, kissing him hard. Jaime forgot all about Joscelin for a moment, lost in her until she pulled away to look down at the Cassiline, tilting her head and smiling. "Do you know how the languisement is performed on a woman, messire?" she asked, watching Joscelin as Jaime watched her.

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He shook his head slowly, staring up at her. She was beautiful- he'd been aware of that since the day they'd met, though he'd denied it viciously to himself. Until now. "I- I've no idea, my lady."

His voice was still hoarse with desire, but he was thinking more clearly. He should ask them to leave, try to recover his dignity... but it was already lost, wasn't it? He'd already broken his oath. Indulging in further sin could hardly make it worse.

[slayedaking]

"Do you think he would like to learn?" Cersei asked Jaime, looking up at him. "Or should that be for another night, my love?"

Jaime looked down at Joscelin, looking amused. "I think he's fit to do little other than lie there, for the moment." He licked his lips, though, looking the man over. He was still hard, and as a Cassiline, the man was guaranteed to be tight.

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Joscelin didn't agree with that assessment- he had more stamina than that! He pushed himself up, frowning. "I can do anything you like," he growled, then flushed. That sounded so... so very forward. Wanton, almost, and he was not- though he realized he must look it.

[slayedaking]

Jaime raised his eyebrows and chuckled, while Cersei laughed delightedly. "I am glad for that, messire," she said, sliding away from Jaime's arms to sit on the bed next to him, bending to kiss him slowly. There was a flash of jealousy, of possession, in Jaime's eyes, but he kept himself in check, starting to pull off his tunic.