I'm back! With smut!

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Cersei had no doubts that Jaime was very much interested, but she still enjoyed just how visibly eager he was as he followed her lead back to their home. She only waited until the door was closed behind them to kiss him because she knew once she started, nobody in the world could have made them stop. Jaime groaned as she teasingly bit his bottom lip, gasping in to her mouth as Cersei slipped her hands under his shirt to feel hot skin that covered strong muscles. He was flushed and panting by the time the two of them parted to catch their breath, resting his forehead against hers.

"Somewhere, there's an irony to you using ice cream to make me hot for you."

"Are you complaining?"

"No."

He said, chuckling. Their heads tipped until their mouths could find each other again, Jaime's arms wrapping around her waist as she moved one hand to his cheek. He shaved most mornings (Cersei had helped while he was re-learning after he lost his hand, and he joked he was the only man in the world who'd trust her with a sharp object so close to his throat), but she could feel the beginning of stubble on his jaw as she stroked his face.

When they parted again, Jaime removed his arms from her waist. Cersei was not happy about it, but she saw him tug up his sleeve to check on his arm. There was a small display that told him how long the battery in it had left.

"I should change the battery pack, this one needs charging again. Someone wore me out too much to remember to do it last night."

"Complaining again?"

Cersei asked with a raised eyebrow. Jaime shook his head.

"Nope. Last night was a lot of fun."

She followed him as Jaime headed over to his charging dock, batting his hand away playfully and sitting down to change the battery for him. It was easier to do with two hands, after all. It didn't take long, and Jaime gave it a couple of test twitches to check all was well before he pulled her close.

He kissed her again and Cersei felt the undercurrent of gratitude; he'd been so worried she wouldn't accept him as he was, even when he was healed and fitted for his prosthetic. Top of the line, of course. They were still Lannisters, after all, though Jaime refused to ask for it to be made in crimson and gold. Cersei did not deny she'd taken a little time to get used to it, but so had Jaime. And now it was simply just another part of him, dealing with it day-to-day simply a part of their lives.

Jaime didn't even wear his prosthetic in bed most of the time, but he'd probably want it to not be dead when they were done. With that sorted, Jaime got his zip-up boots off before he turned his attentions back to Cersei, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her to him. She leant down and kissed him, but then pulled away, much to her brothers consternation.

"Watch me."

It wasn't as though was anything that could have distracted Jaime from doing so, but he did like when Cersei told him what to do. And she loved to feel his eyes on her, loved to hold him completely enthralled. Cersei took her time, loosening each of her buttons one by one and thrilling in Jaime's hungry gaze following the line of bare skin revealed. She let it slip down her arms to land on the floor, drawing in a few deep breaths just to see Jaime's eyes fixed on the exaggerated movement of her chest. No matter how many times he'd seen her naked, Jaime always seemed just as enamoured and delighted as he had the first time. There was no mystery, but just as much excitement.

Jaime's breath hitched as Cersei undid her bra and stripped it off, his hand twitching at his side as he itched to touch, to adore and explore her. Cersei thrilled in his unabashed want for her as she continued to undress, loving how entranced he was by every movement. Her own Lannister crest was inked upon her hip - not considered the traditional spot, but she wanted it somewhere Jaime's hands often covered - and his eyes lingered on it before moving to take her form in fully again.

"Cersei..."

He breathed her name, swallowing thickly as she let her trousers slide down her legs, stepping delicately out of them and reaching down to take off her socks. Clad only in some flattering crimson briefs, she sauntered over to her enraptured audience, leaning down and tasting need in Jaime's greedy kisses. She moved her fingers to his collar, began unbuttoning his shirt, stroking her fingers through the hairs on his chest and feeling his heart thunder beneath her touch. He adjusted himself to enable the shirt to come off over his prosthetic, and Cersei waited to ensure that was done before she pushed in the middle of his chest so he'd lie flat on the bed, dropping to her knees between his parted legs to start working on the fastenings of his bottoms.

Cersei eased the zipper down carefully over the strained front of his boxers, and Jaime lifted his hips to aid her stripping his trousers away. His boxers soon followed, leaving Jaime propped up on his elbows as Cersei leant over his cock where it lay, thick and twitching against his belly. Her own stomach tightened with arousal at the sight of him, wetness dampening her underwear as she wrapped fingers around his erection, felt him pulse in her grip. Their matching green eyes met, Jaime's face flushed and his eyes wide as he watched her every move.

She loved the feel of him throbbing against her tongue, the sounds he let out as Cersei sucked his cock, taking him deeper so the head of his cock would bump the back of her throat. She'd long ago mastered her gag reflex (thanks to having a very willing practice partner in her brother, no doubt) and it was well worth the effort to be able to take Jaime all the way down, swallowing around his cock and drawing needy little whines from his lips. They'd had to be quiet before, when they feared discovery. Now there was no such concern, and Cersei heard their victory in every sound she drew from her brother.

Jaime sat up and slid his hand in to her hair, stroking and petting at Cersei as he grunted and groaned for her. She wasn't intending to make him come just yet, but Cersei did so love to drive him a little wild, and he was ever so pliant for her when his cock was in her mouth.

Cersei rose from her kneeled position and kissed him, lips swollen and wet and the taste of his precum on her tongue. Jaime still kissed her thoroughly, making little sounds in the back of his throat before letting out a sound of frustration.

"What's wrong?"

"Put my weight down wrong is all. Let me get this off."

She saw that minute hesitation in his hand as he moved to detach his prosthetic, so Cersei covered his hand with her own and helped him slide it off, moving to carefully place it aside for the moment. Jaime watched on, quite distracted from any other concerns as Cersei finally stripped off her briefs and stood nude before him. The two moved on to their bed properly, and Jaime sighed happily as Cersei draped her body over his, letting their bare skin meet and soaking up Jaime's body heat. He always ran warm; Cersei had early memories of when they were small children, when she'd burrow under his blankets to stay warm during cold weather. It was a familiar and comforting sensation, and when they were both naked it was even better.

Cersei ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, tugging gently and Jaime groaned in response, lifting his hand to rest upon her waist, his thumb rubbing the small tattoo on her hip. They kissed, caressing each other as they enjoyed the feeling of skin-to-skin, but it didn't take long for Jaime to begin urging her to move, and Cersei went happily as he invited her to straddle his face. He was so keen, it was hard to say who enjoyed the act more as he kissed her inner thigh, his stubble rasping against the sensitive skin and sending tingles of anticipation through Cersei.

His tongue was hot and damp against her skin when Jaime licked firmly against her clit, tasting her arousal and his sounds of pleasure mingled with her own. His arms settled over her thighs, any reservations about displaying his amputation site long gone by then as Jaime pleasured her. Cersei gripped the headboard with one hand, the other fisting in his short blonde hair, tugging a little when he was too soft with his ministrations. Jaime responded eagerly, tongue working against her harder, sucking her clit between his lips and tormenting the tip with his tongue in that way that was almost too much. Cersei's thighs twitched and tightened against his head, her grip in his hair growing more fierce.

If she allowed it, Jaime would have brought her to climax that way, but she had other intentions.

"Stop."

He did so, looking up in confusion as Cersei shifted.

"Something wrong?"

"No. I just want to come on your cock."

Wet lips stretched in to a smile as Jaime let out a breathless chuckle, nodding agreeably as he unwound his arms from her legs so Cersei could move. She slid down his body, wetness smudged across his skin before Cersei reached his hips, cock swollen and leaking steadily against his stomach. Cersei reached down to shift and angle him, easing herself down the length of his shaft until they were flush.

Their urgency was quelled for a moment as they settled in to the feeling of reconnection, pressed together so intimately with nothing between them. Though they'd dabbled occasionally in other lovers, the two had ensured their safety and sexual health and Cersei had opted for other means to prevent pregnancy so they never needed condoms together. No other man ever made much of an impression upon Cersei, but both she and Jaime were fully aware that she had enjoyed a few trysts with women. That had been before Dorne though. It was just the two of them there, wrapped in safety yet basking in freedom.

Jaime fit her perfectly, reminding Cersei how well they were made for each other, made to fit together. She leant forward a little, searching for that perfect angle before she braced her weight, muscles in her legs working her up and down in a slow rise-and-fall rhythm. Cersei savoured the feeling of him inside her, the way Jaime watched her move, and the desperate whine when she tightened herself around him. She could have tormented him that way for much longer, but even Cersei was not immune to the demanding heat between them that urged her on, hips moving quicker against his and hearing breathy praise drip from her brothers still-damp lips.

Both were already wound up by each others mouths, and every thrust only fuelled the fire that simmered low in her belly, had her grinding down on Jaime and he bucked up in response. His deepened thrusts sent pleasure rolling through her, his hand gripped tight on her hip as she rode him harder. She revelled in the freedom to be loud, nobody to hide from and no secrecy to quiet them. Jaime responded in kind, low sighs becoming guttual grunts and groans that melded with her own cries of ecstacy.

Bodies so in sync reached their peaks of pleasr almost as one, Jaime barely managing to hold out until he felt Cersei clench tight around his cock. The sensation of him filling her, hot and copious and buried deep within her sent secondary shocks through Cersei, and she continued to rock on top of him for a little longer before settling, leaning forward to rest on his sweaty chest. Jaime's breaths were hot and damp where they ruffled her hair, his heart still thumping rapidly below her ear. They were slow to disengage, but eventually parted, messy and awash with the high of endorphins as they laid next to each other.

Cersei looked at her brother, taking in the sight of him glowing with contentment. She adored his lazy smiles, the tender look of love in his eyes as he looked back at her. His shorter arm rested against his side as he turned a little to look at her better, the fingers of his hand searching for hers on top of rumpled sheets until they were loosely holding hands.

"I love you."

"As I love you."

Cersei loved him always, but especially as they were now, when he was so relaxed and comfortable he looked close to falling asleep. The day was not yet done, but she'd not deny him a nap if he wanted to. It was Jaime who decided to sit up, scrubbing his hand through his hair, moisture of his sweat meaning it spiked up messily.

"I need a shower after that. Want to lend a hand?"

Cersei snorted in amusement at his old, ridiculous joke, then gave her brother a glare that said he was never to mention she did such a thing. Jaime winked, and Cersei allowed herself to enjoy the view of him as he stood up on slightly-shaking legs, broad muscles of his back and shoulders appealing to her eyes. He turned to look over his shoulder at her, waiting, and Cersei pried herself up from the comfort of their bed to follow him. If anyone accused her of being helpful, she'd have denied it. Besides... the view of Jaime in the shower alone would probably have motivated anyone to offer assistance.

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This chapter probably originally meant to have more than fucking in, but... I'm not even mad.

For those of you who are new to my writing, I feel that I should explain some potentially OOC behaviour in this fic... I've watched some clips and yeah, I've noticed there's jealousy abound with our beautiful golden fools sometimes. But... I can't write jealousy, I'm polyamorous and it just makes me cringe. So if you feel that's missing... that's why. My HTTYD readers definitely already knew that though, so the regulars will probably have expected not to see it.