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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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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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Joscelin's hips move against Jaime's, his breath coming in hot pants against Cersei's skin. He wants more of what Jaime is doing, more and faster- his cock is already hard again, harder than he'd ever thought he could be, and the way Cersei reacts to his touch only makes him work harder at it, desperately wanting to please her.

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The needy way he moves makes Jaime smile, and he just thrusts harder, making no move to give it faster. Meanwhile, Cersei leans forward, planting her hands on the wall above the bed to balance and support herself as her hips give small movements. She's trying very hard to stay still, but his naive eagerness and enthusiasm make it very difficult, ensuring that this will be over soon.

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He doesn't seem about to let up, sliding another finger inside her to see if that will be good- his hips move in sharp jerks and he can't help the sounds that are escaping him, his Cassiline cool having shattered terribly somewhere over the course of this.

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That does it, and Cersei cries out, pushing down against those fingers and that tongue as she comes hard, thighs quivering. Once she's ridden it out, she moves aside so Joscelin can see Jaime fucking him. It only takes a moment before Jaime is biting his lip and coming too, thrusting hard as his eyes squeeze shut, then pulling out too. Jaime tugs him up, off the bed, by the arm, and sits where Joscelin's head just was. Cersei settles against him on her back, head resting on her brother's stomach as she spreads her legs, revealing herself still red and soaking wet.

"Take me, Joscelin," she purrs up at him, extending a hand in invitation. "Come to me."

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The two of them, looking like that, are sin and temptation personified and Cassiel help him, he can't resist it. He's so hard he's not sure he can last much longer, especially not with such a tempting invitation to take advantage of.

He kneels between Cersei's legs, licking the taste of her off of his lips before he brushes a kiss over her lips as he starts to push into her.

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She responds, arching beautifully and kissing him back, as Jaime brushes hair back from her forehead. After a moment she turns away from Joscelin, turning her face up toward Jaime, and he bends to kiss her hard, ravaging her mouth as she tightens those muscles around Joscelin, urging him on.

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Joscelin rocks into her with a steady rhythm, panting with pleasure as he watches the two of them kiss- he has a natural artistry to his movements, somehow, an innate understanding of how to do this, even though he's never done this before. He concentrates on them, not himself, and it helps him hold off his climax for a little longer.

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Cersei is moaning into Jaime's mouth and she draws away, just for a moment, looking at Joscelin with those sharp green eyes hooded and fogged. "Harder, dear Joscelin...harder." Then Jaime's mouth is on hers again, one of his hands sliding down to pinch at one of her nipples, making her whimper and arch as she spreads her legs wider.

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Ever obedient, he moved harder- and watching what Jaime was doing, he leaned down to try kissing and tugging the other nipple gently with his teeth, wondering if her reaction would be similar.

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It was indeed. Cersei arched and gave a cry against Jaime's lips, hand flying to Joscelin's hair to clutch it again. She was clearly aroused and wanting once more as her hips arched against his, enjoying it as he worked her hard.

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Joscelin didn't hold back, concentrating on driving more of those sounds out of her with his teeth and tongue and fucking her hard, rapidly nearing his own climax.

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She eventually had to pull back from kissing Jaime, free hand clawing red trails down Joscelin's back as she moaned and cried out nonstop. Jaime's fingers ran through her hair and she opened her eyes, moaning her brother's name as she climaxed once more, muscles squeezing Joscelin tight.

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Joscelin's climax is nearly silent in comparison- he pants against her skin, taut and shuddering inside of her as he bursts, the pleasure erasing any other thought.

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Of course, now, Jaime is hard as a rock again. "Still up for more?" he asks Joscelin, smirking that smug smirk that infuriates so many of his peers.