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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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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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

Joscelin kissed her back, aware of Jaime's eyes on them. It was very different from kissing Jaime- she was softer, and the kiss was less frantic, less hungry. Hesitantly, he moves a hand to rest it on her waist, hoping that this is not too much of a liberty.

Cersei brings a hand up to his jaw, in turn, kissing him until Jaime is naked. She pulls away and stands, then. She's only in a dressing gown and a sleep shift, shrugging them both off easily as Jaime kneels again to peel Joscelin's breeches off of him.

He's not sure which of them to look at- they're both so beautiful that it's rather hard to breathe. He helps Jaime get his breeches off, wondering what's going to happen next.

Cersei helps him out of his tunic, then guides him back properly onto the bed. She kneels over his waist, then, well forward of his hips, as Jaime nudges his legs apart and slips a hand up between them, having already gotten some oil for this purpose on his fingers. "Would you like to learn by doing, or by seeing first?"

"I've always learned better by doing," he murmurs, watching her with his summer-blue eyes gone dark. He can feel that hand between his legs and it feels odd, but not objectionable yet.

Jaime touches Cersei's hip briefly, and she bends to kiss Joscelin, distracting him while Jaime slides a finger in. He's as quick as he can be without causing injury, quickly finding that place inside that's like a switch you need to flip. He finds it, and flips it deftly.

The discomfort is inevitable, but when he hits that spot it makes Joscelin shudder in pleasure. "Elua..."

If this is what it feels like, he can't blame the Misguided and their scions for wanting it all the time, for growing decadent with this. He pants into Cersei's mouth, rocking against Jaime's finger.

Jaime just smiles and carefully works in a second finger, making sure to use plenty of oil. Cersei smiles too as she pulls back and crawls up, so that her hips are suspended just over Joscelin's mouth. "You must use your tongue at first," she instructs, reaching to run a gentle hand through his hair. "Lightly, to begin."

"Yes, my lady," he responds, leaning up to do just that, the tip of his tongue tracing her folds. The taste is strange, unlike anything he's ever tried, but not bad. He explores curiously, though it's somewhat difficult to focus with the way that Jaime's fingers feel inside him.

A small shiver takes her and her hand tightens a little in his hair. "Good," she murmurs. Apparently Jaime doesn't mean to make this easy, sliding the third in and fucking Joscelin with them, twisting.

"Ahhh..." He just focuses harder- it's no different than some of the training exercises he's done, except it's entirely in nearly every respect. He tries to note Cersei's reactions, to find places that make her react the best.

Cersei's breathing has picked up, clearly enjoying it. "Be a little...ahh, firmer, more forceful, once she is enjoying herself. Ah, Elua...try penetrating with your tongue." Jaime finally withdraws his fingers, moving up closer between Joscelin's legs. It's clear what he intends now.

As strange as they felt, the absence of those fingers is a loss that Joscelin doesn't like very much. He had been enjoying the sensation, he supposes. But he obediently experiments, sliding his tongue inside Cersei, licking more firmly at the nub he'd found that seems to produce really lovely reactions when he attends to it.

"Ah!" Cersei throws her head back and arches, lowering herself more firmly against Joscelin's mouth. "Ah, yes, good," she gasps, as the blunt, slick head of Jaime's cock presses against where his fingers were. He bites his lip to muffle a groan as he slides inside.

"All you expected, brother?" Cersei asks lightly, turning her head to speak over her shoulder.

"And more, dear sister." Without warning, Jaime grabs Cersei by the waist and drags her back, so she's sitting on Joscelin's lower stomach with her back pressed to Jaime's chest. "Here, boy," he says, one arm wrapped around Cersei's waist, the other venturing between her legs to tease her.

"Naamah's Pearl," he says, making Cersei squirm and whimper with a few featherlight touches to it. "She likes a light touch. And a rougher one here." She cries out as he plunges a finger inside her, face showing ecstasy while he focuses on her. "And lighter play here." His finger slides back out to press on her nether entrance, making her clutch his forearm. Having given the lesson, he lets go, guiding her back up to straddle his face again, as Jaime finally begins to move.

Joscelin's hot blue eyes watch Jaime's lesson intently, tracking the movements of his fingers even as he adjusts to the stretch of his body around Jaime's cock. He nods, memorizing it- he was a fast learner, he always had been- and as Cersei moves back up to straddle his face he slides one hand up her inner thigh to press inside of her, his tongue flicking against her pearl.

Cersei moans loud, clutching his hair desperately, and Jaime is just as thoroughly distracted, both twins apparently taking immense pleasure from his body. It's not often Jaime gets to have a virgin, and it's easy to forget how exquisitely tight a boy can be. He's panting heavily as he grips Joscelin's hips and thrusts, slow but hard and deep.

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