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Joscelin hadn't taken their father's announcement well. He hadn't argued- that would have resulted in being punished- but he had been very quiet since then, and had spent most of the time in his room. Of course the marriage wouldn't be finalized for quite some time yet, but the thought of only having a few more months- at most a year- to spend with Jaime was hard. He didn't want to leave his older brother.

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Oh, Jaime had argued. At length. There was no need to sell Joscelin off just because he wasn't a dominant as befit a Lannister. After several hours of it, though, he's been sent off like a dog. He was supposed to go to his chambers, but instead he went to Joscelin's, knocking lightly on the door. His head hung forward, unhappy that he'd failed.

"Who's there?"

It was Joscelin's chamber. He still had the right to dictate who was allowed in or not at his own discretion- one he would likely lose when he was married. But as long as this room was his, he was not letting his parents in. Ever. Jaime would likely be allowed.

"It's me," he said, likely too quiet to be heard. "Jaime," he added, a little louder.

Joscelin slid off his bed and opened the door wide enough to let his brother in. He knew that Jaime had been fighting with Father about it- that's why he'd left the room. He didn't want to ask if he'd had any luck, though.

Jaime stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind himself, locking it too which was pretty much a reflex at this point. He considered what to say for a long moment, then just pulled Joscelin close, arms tight around his shoulders.

Joscelin pressed close, wrapping his arm around Jaime's waist. "I don't want to get married. I want to stay here."

"I know," Jaime said, pulling back slightly. One hand moved down to Joscelin's back, and the other came up to stroke his hair, looking at it instead of his face. "I fought for you."

"It didn't do any good, did it?" In spite of that, Jaime's hands felt good in his hair, comforting. He sighed and let him pet him, closing his eyes and concentrating on that instead of his misery.

"No," he admitted. On something of a whim, he tightened that hand in Joscelin's hair and pulled his head back sharply, exposing his throat. "You're mine."

Joscelin didn't hold back his moan, not even fighting that. "I know. It's not fair."

He didn't want to leave his brother behind. He loved him.

Jaime leaned down, running his teeth up Joscelin's throat. Then he picked a spot that would be obvious and sucked hard, leaving a mark. If their father was going to throw it in his face, Jaime would throw it right back.

Joscelin gasped and leaned into it. Father would be so angry about this... but he didn't care. Jaime was far more important than that old bastard, even if he was the one who could sell him off. "Mmm, gods..."

Once Jaime was sure he'd done well, he pulled back, still gripping Joscelin's hair. "You're going to suck my cock now," he said, watching his little brother's face. "And maybe, if you're very good, I'll fuck your little ass after and make you come. But only if you do an exemplary job. Otherwise, you get to whimper and beg and try to convince me otherwise while I tease you until you want to scream. Is that clear?"

Joscelin bit his lip, feeling himself flush with pleasure. Yes, this was what he wanted. Jaime was the only master he needed, not some old nobleman. "Y-yes, brother... I'll do my best."

He sunk to his knees, quickly undoing Jaime's breeches.

"Good." Jaime's hand stroked through his hair, watching and making no move to help while he planted his feet apart a little, for better balance.

Joscelin pulled them down enough that he could draw his cock out and eagerly wrapped his lips around it, stroking the shaft with his hand as he teased the head with his tongue. He'd gotten much better at this since that first time- and it was clear how much he enjoyed it.

Jaime made a soft approving sound, hardening quickly. "Good," he murmured, running his hand through Joscelin's hair. He closed his eyes and didn't think about anything, wanting to enjoy this and let it last awhile. The idea of Joscelin's jaw aching when he was done made him chuckle with pleasure.

Joscelin did his best, swallowing him down and engulfing him in the heat of his mouth, tongue working along the underside. He squirmed with the pleasure of pleasing Jaime, though he kept his hands well away from his cock, resting them on Jaime's thighs once he'd taken his brother's entire cock into his mouth, making soft noises of enjoyment around it.

Jaime groaned, both hands moved, but he gently pulled Joscelin off. "Stop for a moment," he said, glancing around. He spotted a chair and moved to sit in it, beckoning Joscelin along without giving him permission to stand. Seeing Joscelin crawl for the privilege of sucking his cock appealed to him.

Joscelin followed, eyes dazed and his lips swollen and red from wrapping them around his brother's cock. He didn't even think of standing- he'd learned that lesson quickly. And he wanted Jaime's cock back in his mouth. He slid between Jaime's legs as he sat, waiting for permission to start again.

Jaime nodded a little and slid his hand into Joscelin's hair again. "Not so fast, this time. You must learn to gauge mood," he said casually as Joscelin started again. "As it's my job to know when you've had enough, it's yours to figure out what I want."

Joscelin nodded and took longer this time, stroking lightly and swirling his tongue around the tip with a happy noise. He did his best to pay attention to Jaime to tell when his brother wanted him to move- he knew he didn't have much practice at that yet.

With anyone else, Jaime would be impatient and easily irritated, but he loved Joscelin. It gave him patience, and even pleasure, to know he had someone so raw that they didn't understand such basics. As it was, Joscelin was a fast learner, and Jaime moaned deeply, head falling back as his little brother teased his cock. "Good," he murmured. Dominants could enjoy a little torture too.

The approval sent a spark of happiness through Joscelin. He wrapped his lips around the head, moving his tongue over it in an almost lazy fashion, though his eyes were alert. He was still paying attention to Jaime, not likely to get lost in what he was doing now.

It made Jaime shiver and arch, enjoying that thoroughly. He wanted more and his body was telling him so in no uncertain terms, but he was enjoying denying himself, teasing at the edge of pleasure but never really moving toward it. He'd tell Joscelin when he'd had enough.

Joscelin was enjoying making Jaime react like this- usually he was the one shivering that way, under Jaime's hands. But he supposed that sometimes doms would just want to enjoy what their sub was doing, and that was good too. He kept working steadily, waiting for the signal to do more.

Jaime let it go on awhile, long enough for Joscelin's jaw to get sore -- it was, after all, partly about his pain as well as Jaime's pleasure. Eventually, though, he couldn't really take it any more, and his hand tightened in Joscelin's hair, urging him faster and hoping he'd get the signal.

Joscelin couldn't miss that signal and he was grateful for it- his jaw was definitely sore, and getting so tired that he wasn't sure he could keep this up much longer. He swallowed Jaime down again with a pleased noise, throat working around him.

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