I DON'T EVEN GO HERE!
Assuming this attracts any readers at all... I have never actually watched Game of Thrones. But like many of the people who haven't, you do pick up tidbits through osmosis. And I'm incest shipping trash in a few other fandoms, so fellow trash sometimes popped up to me to discuss Jaime and Cersei. Including sending me the odd clip of the two of them. (Feel free to find me on Tumblr with the same username if you also wish to talk such trash with me)
I'll be honest. This is almost exclusively inspired by about a minute and a half of actual GoT content that I've been re-watching on Youtube (they are being cute in bed together ok, I am WEAK). My characterisation is unlikely to be good, and I'll almost definitely mispell names somewhere, but let's see what happens.
To the regulars I expect have wandered in... look! New fandom!
Modern AU, for all the reasons I've never watched GoT but also for... other reasons.
-GOT-
Jaime kicked the door shut behind him, and even though he knew their schedules off by heart by then, he still checked. No sign of Cersei's coat or boots by the front door, which meant she likely wasn't home yet. He knew he'd be back from work first, but a man could hope. Jaime had been the first one out that morning too, and spotted a cardboard box sitting on the table, Cersei's name and their address on the label. He chuckled when he saw the post-it note Cersei had attached - there were only three words on it, but Jaime could have picked her writing out of thousands, and he felt a smile followed by a faint quiver of anticipation when he read it.
"Wait for me."
Cersei wasn't the sort to leave hearts on notes, so as a joke Jaime had picked up a set that had hearts already on them. Cersei had tutted and rolled her eyes, but she still used them. Jaime put his jacket and shoes away by the door, then padded to the kitchen in his socks for a glass of water. His eyes wandered over to the box again. Cersei saying wait was definitely meant to ensure they opened it together, but it was also definitely meant to make Jaime think of what he was waiting for.
He tapped out a quick text to Cersei to let her know he was home, enquiring whether she was to be back at the expected time or not. She sent back a reminder for him not to open the box yet, and then confirmed she wasn't expecting to be delayed that evening. Jaime put down his phone, undid his tie and top buttons before he reached down with one hand to remove the other. There were many things he was grateful for when it came to his prosthetic hand, but it was still a little surreal to have to plug it in so it could re-charge. Even Cersei, who had been remarkably stoic and steady for him through his initial amputation and rehabilitation, had found the sight of his prosthetic just sitting on the side a little odd at first.
With his residual arm pulled close to his chest - Jaime wasn't sure if he did that because it felt safer, or out of habit from when it had been in a sling - he headed to the bathroom, laying his fresh clothes out in one pile and tossing everything he took off in to the dirty clothes bin. Cersei was not the sort of woman to tolerate him leaving a sloppy mess in his wake.
Well... most of the time, anyway.
Learning to do most things one handed had been tough, especially as he'd lost his dominant hand, and Jaime still struggled on occasion. He did manage to make himself smile, simply by imagining how Cersei would offer to help take off his clothes if she was home at the time. Once successfully undressed, Jaime showered off the day, ensuring he cleaned his body thoroughly all over before exiting the shower. There were a few expletives uttered before he was done drying and dressing himself in clean clothes, but eventually Jaime was done and heading out to make a cup of tea.
Many who didn't know Cersei like he did probably thought her incapable of something like a sweet gesture. But Jaime saw her love everywhere he looked; though he knew it got on her nerves sometimes, Cersei never complained about all the things set up to make it easier for Jaime to use his left hand. Once he'd finished, Jaime sat himself down, resting his residual arm on a cushion and rubbing it idly while he waited for his tea to cool down. Looking around the living room made him so very happy, seeing the space they had made their own, the space nobody could take from them. It was all theirs, the two of them and nobody else. Anywhere Cersei was felt like home to him, but to have their own truly private space, with their pictures on the walls like any other couple and something comfortingly familiar in the air... Jaime loved that.
There had been efforts multiple times before to try and put some distance between the two of them, but those efforts had all been in vain. Jaime rubbed his thumb over the ring on his hand with a small smile to himself. When one was in love with their twin sister, a real, legal marriage was off the cards, but the two of them wore rings all the same. They already bore the same surname, after all.
Between the shower, the tea and the joyful knowledge Cersei would be home soon, Jaime was quite relaxed in his spot by the time Cersei actually walked in. The time she spent taking off her coat and shoes to put away gave him time to get to his feet, and it wasn't long before the two of them were sharing a smile as they walked toward each other.
"Welcome home love."
Cersei tipped her head up expectantly, and Jaime obligingly leant down to kiss her. His heart fluttered happily in his chest as Cersei ran a hand through his hair, humming approvingly at the evidence he'd showered recently. Her other hand trailed down his arm as they parted, and he frowned to himself as Cersei lifted his shorter arm.
"I... took it off to charge. I'll go and put it back on."
She shook her head, raising it as she lowered her head until she could kiss his forearm softly.
"I told you, it's fine."
He swallowed, but nodded. In his heart he knew Cersei had dealt with his amputation, but he still felt self conscious of missing a part. They'd been mirror images for so long, and Jaime sometimes feared she would see him as incomplete now.
"Do you want anything?"
"Many things, but first a drink, and then I think perhaps we should see what came in the post this morning. Did you wait for me?"
"Don't I always?"
Jaime smiled, his grin growing when Cersei kissed his jaw and began walking to the kitchen, holding Jaime's left hand in her own and showing no distress at the sight of his prosthetic charging on the side. If he wasn't so sure the view was his to enjoy, Jaime might have complained that it was very unfair of Cersei to still look incredible after a long day at work. But she welcomed his looking, and so Jaime quietly enjoyed his view.
When Cersei folded herself in to Jaime's arms, he enjoyed that even more. He let his head rest atop hers, breathing in the scent of her hair and chuckling when she slid her hands under his t-shirt, sucking up some of the heat from his body greedily. They discussed dinner briefly before Cersei's curiousity would wait no longer, and they headed to the box that awaited. Jaime wasn't sure the contents were going to be much of a surprise to either of them, since they'd picked it out and ordered it together. It only had Cersei's name on it because the account on that website was hers.
Cersei peeled the packaging open, reaching in and frowning in thought as she worked her way through a couple more wrappers before finally finding the things she was after. A little thrilling jolt ran through Jaime as he saw it in her hands, and Cersei turned to look at him.
"What do you think? It's not as big as you, but you did ask for something modest."
Jaime nodded, swallowing thickly as he looked at the strap-on dildo setup in Cersei's hands. She was right that he'd opted for a small size, but then he'd only had Cersei's fingers and a small plug up his ass before, and if he was being honest the new toy didn't look tiny. Even so, he couldn't deny the anticipation that simmered low in his belly. Eyes glittering, Cersei placed the silicone penis on the table (another reason it was good to living as just the two of them; they probably couldn't explain twin siblings having a strap-on on the table to any visitors) and took a longer look at the 'strap' part of the 'strap-on'.
"Yes, it all looks fine, exactly like we ordered."
"Yeah. I figured that's what it was, but I was a very good boy and didn't even peek."
Cersei rolled her eyes, but reached out with her free hand and ran her fingers through his hair.
"We'll see if you're still a good boy later."
The fingers in his hair slid down to his cheek, stroking his face, thumb tracing his nose and cheekbones. Though the physical differences were considerably more now than they were as children, Cersei loved to map his features with her fingers, as though memorising them by touch in case there was ever a time she could no longer see them. She put the straps aside and led Jaime to the sofa, guiding him until he laid down as she wished. He covered his shortened wrist with his other hand once his arms were around Cersei, but she gently pried them apart, twisting to look at him.
"We hide nothing from one another, sweet brother."
As though intending to distract him from further worry, Cersei leant forward, hand sliding over his jaw before settling on the back of his neck to draw him closer until they were kissing. His sister could be soft and gentle when she wanted to be, but she was often hungry, mouth a little rough against his own and Jaime thrilled in the surrender of letting her kiss him as she pleased, a little tenderness still evident in the way her fingertips lightly stroked the nape of his neck.
He delighted in the evidence she was flustered, her hips pressing to his as she laid between his legs and her cheeks flushed pink when they parted for breath. Jaime groaned when he couldn't use both hands to pull her closer, but Cersei knew what he wanted, how he needed her, crawling up until he could reach to bury his face in her neck and breathe in her scent. There was nothing quite like it; even with the myriad of smells picked up out in the world, like petrol and cigarette smoke, or wind and drizzling rain, she always smelled like Cersei, like home and love and comfort. Jaime loved it most in the mornings, when the only other scents on her skin were him and their tousled bedsheets.
"I love you."
"As you should."
Jaime chuckled at her answer, hearing the playful note Cersei would deny the existence of and feeling her stroke his hair again. Once she felt the tension leave him again, Cersei patted him gently and pulled away.
"I would like to take a quick shower before dinner."
Jaime nodded, letting his hand stroke idly over Cersei's hip.
"I already showered, shall I make a start on dinner?"
Cersei's free hand moved under his jaw, tipping his head up a little so she could look at his face more clearly.
"That's up to you. Would you feel more comfortable exploring our new acquisition now, or after we've eaten?"
Her words indicated that Jaime's hopes for the evening may well come to fruition, and he thought about it briefly before he smiled up at her.
"Always good to work up an appetite, don't you think?"
"Oh, I do."
They separated enough for Cersei to reach for Jaime's t-shirt, stripping it off of him and standing with it in her hand. She changed her mind and leant down again, tipping his chin up with her free hand to kiss him again before speaking softly, breathing her words against his lips.
"I won't be long. Wait for me."
A nod toward their bedroom door was all the instruction Jaime needed, and he grasped the offered hand so Cersei could help him to his feet.
"Do I need a hand for this?"
Sometimes it made things easier; Jaime had a passive prosthetic he wore sometimes when Cersei wanted to cuff him to their bed by his wrists, for example.
"I shouldn't think so, but I want you to be comfortable and relaxed."
Cersei said, giving him the choice on what he needed to feel at ease. Jaime watched her walk away, enjoying the sway of her hips until she was gone from view before he turned his eyes toward the kitchen. He deliberated a couple of times, but eventually turned and walked to their bedroom, functional prosthetic still plugged in to recharge and his passive prosthetic still sitting in its box.
Jaime stretched out on their bed in his bottoms, propping his arm up on a small cushion to wait. He never tired of their incredibly comfortable bedroom, the place the twins really made their own. After early attempts by the family to try and force some distance, the two had plotted for a little while. Jaime knew someone who knew someone that could get them a fake ID, and Cersei found them a place. The cheap hotel furnishings were nothing resembling their fairly comfortable home life, but it didn't have bedbugs and, just as importantly, the owner didn't ask questions so long as he was paid. Losing his virginity to Cersei amongst those scratchy sheets was still one of his most treasured memories, but Jaime definitely appreciated the plush pillows and high thread count he was laying on now.
Cersei didn't waste time, either in the shower or out of it. She joined him only five minutes later, wearing nothing but a smile as she sauntered through the door. Jaime felt his breath catch as he looked at her; no matter how many times he saw her naked, she still took his breath away. She let her own gaze roam his body, eyes fixing briefly where his comfortable shorts were starting to strain at the front.
"Are you in any pain?"
She asked softly, and Jaime shook his head.
"No."
He said, to reassure her, and Cersei smiled in response before disappearing from view. Jaime didn't have long to be disappointed before she returned, still wonderfully nude and carrying the box from the living room. It was placed to one side so Cersei could have her hands free, pulling off the last of Jaime's clothes and tossing them to one side before she joined him properly on the bed. They turned on their sides, pressing every inch of bare skin they could against the other.
"Cers..."
Jaime gasped as she rocked in to him a little, his cock trapped between their bellies and urging him to get even closer to his sister. He mentally shushed it, wrapping his arm around Cersei and letting his hand sit at the small of her back to feel her skin. Lazy kisses soon grew hotter, Cersei all hands as she stroked and squeezed and groped at him, smirking into their kiss every time she won a grunt or groan from her brother.
"On your back for me, brother."
She said when they finally came up for air, and Jaime eagerly complied, cock twitching with lust as he hoped the position meant what it often did. Sure enough, once he was on his back Cersei was getting up, swinging a knee over him so she was straddling his chest. Her arousal was already heavy on the air, filling him with every breath and oh, Jaime wanted. He was not left wanting for long, the two of them shifting until the position was better, and Jaime winked up at her.
"And so the queen sits upon her throne."
Ever since he'd learned that another name for their current position was 'queening', Jaime hadn't been able to resist the joke. Cersei didn't really mind being called his queen, but she still played along.
"Such a shame the king has forgotten there are far better uses for his mouth than talking."
"Who am I to deny my queen?"
He chuckled, tingling as Cersei buried a hand in his hair and used the other to grip the top of the bed frame. With his arms wrapped around her spread thighs, Jaime dragged his tongue along her slit, moaning as her taste filled his mouth. Everything about her was utterly addictive, from the way she tasted to the sweet little sighs and moans she let out, the scent of her in his lungs and her fingers tightening in his hair. Jaime had dedicated many hours to learning exactly how to please her best, and her riding his face was undoubtedly a contender for top of the list.
Cersei did not sit idle while Jaime worked, hips shifting to change where his tongue hit her or a rather pointed shove telling Jaime she wanted more pressure. He teased her firm little clit with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around it, enthralled by the sounds Cersei made above him. Filth spilled from her sweet mouth between moans, his cock leaking on to his belly with twisted delight every time Jaime caught the word brother falling from her lips. Her smooth inner thigh no doubt felt the scraping of stubble on his cheeks, but Cersei had said before that she didn't mind it, and it certainly didn't seem to be bothering her as she kept grinding on his mouth.
He knew the tells as her pleasure climbed, knew how her thighs switched, how she pushed down against his tongue with purpose. Heck, she'd ripped out a couple of hairs before losing herself with her fingers knotted in his hair. Jaime wasn't even upset, because the climax that coincided with the hair-removal was spectacular to witness. Especially when he knew he was the one who'd made her come that hard.
Her knees squeezed his head hard enough to hurt as she came, but Jaime never slowed the motions of his tongue, sustaining her climax until Cersei was whimpering, pushing at his head so she could draw a few shuddering breaths. She was always very sensitive right after she came, and sometimes she wanted him to keep going but others it was too much. Jaime wouldn't have minded spending even longer pleasuring Cersei with his mouth - she was more than worth the strain in his jaw and tongue - but she'd had enough for the moment, fumbling on trembling legs to get down from her 'throne' so she could lay down next to him. Cersei never seemed deterred by his sticky lips, kissing him lazily through her afterglow.
Cersei rolled on to her side, smirking slightly when Jaime took a minute to raise his eyes to her face as she propped herself up on one hand. The other slid down over Jaime's stomach, tracing the shapes of his muscles before she dragged two fingers through the puddle on his belly, evidence of his mounting desire while he'd been otherwise engaged. Jaime could only watch, entranced, as Cersei brought messy fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, looking as enamoured with the taste of him as he was with the taste of her.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I will not force you."
Jaime nodded. He was a little nervous, but mostly thrummed with anticipation and curiosity. With Cersei, there was never fear.
"I helped pick it out, remember?"
Cersei nodded, leaning in to kiss him again. He could taste the faint saltiness on her lips, but she'd kissed him after going down on him many times before and he was pretty used to it. She rolled them again so she was on top, knees at his waist and her hands on his face, kissing Jaime until he was breathless and dizzy.
"I could kiss you forever."
She murmured, her already-plump lips swollen from their kisses and her hair sticking to the sweat on her face. Cersei always looked so perfect on top of him.
"You're welcome to try."
Jaime chuckled, taking advantage of their position to reach down and squeeze her backside. She stole a few more kisses from his mouth before moving, and he lamented the loss of her warmth on top of him but felt fresh heat well up within when Cersei reached for the box. They'd experimented with fingers and plugs before buying a purpose-made toy, to see if Jaime's body was receptive to the idea, whether he enjoyed it. He couldn't imagine letting anyone else touch him so, but with Cersei it had definitely been good so far, and he wasn't surprised in the least that she was keen to try it out.
"On all fours for me now."
He frowned, propping himself up on his elbows to look at his sister knelt between his legs.
"I... I want to see you."
"And you shall. I just want to see you offering yourself up to me so readily first. Don't worry" Cersei leant forward, fingers stroking his cheek "I'd never miss seeing your face the first time I fuck you."
His erection jerked in response, and Jaime was reassured enough to turn over, Cersei hiking up his hips until he was on his elbows and knees. She gave him time to find a comfortable angle, which he appreciated. He felt exposed, face burning at the thought of how he was... presenting himself, but all he had to do was remember it was Cersei behind him and all his reservations fell away. Cersei stroked his haunches, encouraging him to relax for her.
"I'm good. I don't think I can stay this way too long without hurting my arm though."
"Is it painful now?"
"Not yet, but it's an awkward way to brace my weight. If I need to move, I'll say."
He'd laid on his stomach for her to finger him before, but that didn't put weight on his arms. But he wasn't hurting yet, and knew Cersei wouldn't argue if he said he had to move - while she'd inflicted pain for pleasure before, she never truly wanted to hurt Jaime. His cock bobbed between his legs, seeking stimulation after being left neglected for a while. Jaime's breath hitched when Cersei leant over to the side, rummaging in their bedside drawer where they kept lubricant and condoms. The condoms were rarely, if ever used unless toys were involved; the twins loved the intimacy of no barriers between them, but they helped make clean up easier if the toy box came out.
The click of the bottle cap was familiar enough, the only sounds in the room Jaime's ragged breathing and the faint wet noises of Cersei warming lubricant on her fingers first. This part, his body was fine with, relaxing after instinctive tightening at first contact. Her finger circled, teasing without pressing in and Jaime could picture Cersei's smirk clear as day without looking at her. Slender fingers soon breached him properly, and his body welcomed the feeling, though it was sometimes strange at first he knew it would feel very good before long. Once his muscles relaxed around her fingers, she shifted her goal until Jaime swore, that sudden jolt through his nerves wonderful and intense and surprising all at once.
Waning slightly from a lack of attention to it, his erection swelled to full again almost immediately as Cersei toyed with his prostate a little more, not content until Jaime was panting, whimpering and rocking back a little on her fingers. He was about to complain his arm was hurting when Cersei slipped her fingers out to replace them with a plug.
"You can turn over now."
Sighing in relief, Jaime carefully turned himself over, stretching out on his back and rubbing his shorter arm with his hand.
"Sore?"
"A little, I was about to say something but then you said I could turn over anyway. So, perfect timing."
She held out her hands, and Jaime hesitated only a little before he held his shorter arm out to her. She massaged it tenderly, gentler with him than many probably believed the acerbic woman was capable of. She saved all her best parts for Jaime. When he nodded to say his arm felt better, she leant down and pressed her lips to it, then lowered his arm and draped herself over his body again, greedy for his lips and Jaime responded happily, running his fingers through her hair as she nipped his bottom lip and tasted herself in his mouth.
As Cersei made her way down his body, leaving little claiming hickies as she pleased, Jaime shivered at the feel of her sliding over his cock, a tease of what could be if she didn't have other plans. There was little room for any real disappointment though, with Cersei looking up from her position between his legs, demanding Jaime hold her gaze as she licked along the underside of his cock. How anyone saw what she did as an act of submission was beyond Jaime; he was completely at her mercy whenever Cersei's mouth was on him.
She gripped the base of his shaft, lifting his cock and lowering her head, neither breaking eye contact as Cersei's lips closed around the swollen head of his cock. Jaime groaned, unable to stop his head rolling back or his eyes closing as Cersei sucked hard, his nerves a little hypersensitive after spending so long aroused with no attention to his erection. That, and Cersei just had an incredible effect on him, always.
"E-easy Cers, I won't last if you keep doing that!"
He felt her smirk around his cock, but the suction eased up enough that Jaime no longer felt like he was about to come on the spot. His hand rested on the back of her head, never forcing or pushing (unless she asked him to), just feeling her soft hair under his fingers as Cersei bobbed her head, sucking him slowly. Her hand moved up and down his shaft too, her saliva lubricating each stroke. Jaime's hips flexed up to chase her mouth, the motion shifting the plug inside him to rub against his prostate, and Cersei was visibly smug about the full-body shudders Jaime experienced when those two sensations combined.
His heart rate picked up when Cersei stopped, giving the head of his cock a kiss before she reached for the box. Though he couldn't be terribly helpful as one of his hands was still in the kitchen, Jaime held the dildo in place while Cersei fastened her harness, if only to stop it bobbing rather lewdly at him. Reaching out to grab another penis was... different, and Cersei made him laugh by wrapping her hand around his and guiding it in a jerk-off motion.
"You can't feel it."
"No, but the visual aspect is a large part of this. Are you ready to try this?"
Jaime nodded, leaning up to seek kisses and Cersei willingly offered them, stroking his face before guiding him to lie on his back. She held the faux-phallus in her own hand as Jaime got himself comfortable, occasionally twitching or grunting as the plug inside him kept moving around. Once he was settled in place, she nudged his legs until he lifted them, knees bent and feet flat on the bed. Jaime doubted he could be comfortable doing so for anybody else. Cersei kissed the inside of his knee, reaching down to ease the plug out. Jaime let out a sigh - the initial sensation of emptiness was still a little strange.
"If it hurts or you want to stop-"
Cersei started, and Jaime finished.
"-then I'll say so."
She nodded, then tore open the foil packaging and rolled the condom over the toy, coating the latex with a generous amount of lubricant. One hand guided it, the other resting on one of Jaime's knees. Her ring caught the light, and he relaxed a little more.
They maintained eye contact as she pressed in, taking her time to bottom out. Jaime groaned, shifting a little to try and adjust to the new feelings - the dildo hit him deeper than fingers and plug had, but it didn't hurt.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Just... a bit strange? Not painful."
Cersei reached her hand out, lacing her fingers through his and squeezing. He nodded, telling her she could move. Thrusting didn't come as naturally to her as it did to Jaime, though perhaps he'd just had a lot of practice. But Cersei was naturally graceful, motions fluid as she learned from his responses how best to move her hips. She was shorter than him, so she couldn't lean over and kiss his lips, but when she splayed her hands either side of his torso Cersei leant down and kissed his chest, leaving Jaime flooded with warmth and love.
"I can take more."
He encouraged once he felt he'd gotten used to it, and after a little more experimenting, Cersei found the perfect angle. And, given how Jaime spasmed and moaned, she probably knew it.
"Good, brother?"
"Fuck, yes!"
He understood what Cersei had meant about the visual aspect too - there was something incredible about the sight of her moving like that, pushing his legs apart and thrusting in to him, filling him. His sister seemed torn between watching his face and watching herself, eyes dropping to watch the toy slide in and out of Jaime's body. His own cock lay thick and flushed against his belly, occasionally jerking in response to Cersei's thrusts or bouncing when she pushed especially hard. Jaime kept expecting it to feel wrong, or emasculating, but one look at her face reminded him that Cersei fucking him could only be right.
Even if she'd had to order some help on the internet.
Jaime had enjoyed prostate stimulation before, and the sight of Cersei naked and flushed with arousal was only making it better. She slowed her pace and leant over again, hands braced on the bed and her eyes fixed on his face.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just committing to memory the mix of awe, wonder and primal delight in your face now that I'm finally on top for real."
Jaime couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head.
"Oh Cersei, you are always on top. Mentally, if not physically."
She smirked, giving a particularly sharp thrust that drew a less-than-dignified sound from Jaime's throat.
"True, but I am very pleased to see you enjoying this. I'm already quite the fan myself."
"Well, you were the one to bring it up, as it were, so I'm not surprised."
Jaime craned his neck to steal a kiss from her lips, then flopped back to his previous position. Cersei raised an eyebrow, then straightened back up and began to thrust harder, quicker, finding her rhythm and watching as Jaime writhed under her. He was sure he looked debauched and disheveled, and each thrust dragging across that bundle of nerves inside him had Jaime more and more desperate to come.
Cersei batted his hand away when he reached for his cock, showing no mercy even as he let out a pitiful whine of need.
"Cersei!"
She flashed him a wolfish smile, tracing one finger down the length of his cock.
"I suppose you have been waiting a while now. You must be fit to burst! Should I make you come, little brother?"
Jaime whined again, squirming and nodding. Cersei always brought out the little brother when she wanted him to fall apart for her, and he was more than ready to do whatever she wanted if it meant she'd stop bloody teasing him to the edge and just make him come.
"Please!"
Finally, finally she took pity on him, her hot hand grasping his cock as she fucked him. Cersei didn't drag it out like she could have done, pulling out tricks she knew could make Jaime come in record time. He swore and bucked as she rubbed his frenulum, spitting on her palm to ease the glide and twisting her hand around the head on each upstroke. His own hand grappled blindly for something to hold on to, latching on to the slats of the bed frame and squeezing as his body fought to process the barrage of sensations, her cock and her hand and the unparalleled feeling of Cersei's eyes locked on him.
His other elbow dug in to the bed as his back arched and he cried out in ecstacy, Cersei's name on his lips as he came. He felt his muscles tighten around the toy still inside him, cock pulsing and spasms rolling through his body. Jaime even felt tingles of pleasure reach the fingers he no longer had, phantom pleasure far nicer an experience than phantom pain had ever been.
Even with Cersei still thrusting and stroking him, it couldn't last forever and Jaime slumped to the bed in a graceless heap of sweating, panting Lannister. He heard his sister giggling lightly, and forced his eyes open in confusion. Was she laughing at him?
No, he quickly discovered. She was laughing at the mess he'd made. He hadn't quite noticed in his haze of bliss, but Cersei seemed to have his come splattered over half her body, a couple of spots even making it up to her face. There was more still on his own torso, and he could only stare in shock for a minute.
"Fuck."
"Indeed. Deep breath my love, you might be a little sore."
Jaime nodded, wincing as Cersei pulled out. The emptiness was more jarring, but Cersei was only absent from his side for the time it took to remove her harness and drop it to one side, and then she was stretching out next to him and pulling Jaime in to her embrace. The mess they were both covered in was ignored in favour of snuggling, and Jaime was more than happy to nuzzle in to his sisters chest once he'd arranged his arm so it wasn't trapped under him. Her hand slid up and down his back, occasionally coming up to stroke his hair as she waited for Jaime to catch his breath.
"I'd ask how that was for you, but I think I'm wearing my answer."
Jaime laughed.
"Yeah... sorry about that, I didn't expect that to happen."
Sex was one of the places where Cersei seemed to actually enjoy a mess, so he figured he was kind of off the hook. Her free hand came up to grasp his, leaving Jaime pretty sure he could happily stay in their current position forever.
"As I said, I'm glad you enjoyed it so. I certainly did. I may have to invest in some new equipment, for my own stimulation."
Jaime nodded, nuzzling her chest with a happy sigh.
"They probably make those."
"I have a feeling you'll agree with almost anything I say as long as you're allowed to continue using my breasts as a pillow."
"I've never known you to complain I love your boobs before."
They fell quiet again for a minute, Cersei still stroking his back and Jaime mostly thinking a mix of "damn, I love Cersei" and "I could probably go for a nap right now". An ache in his arm made him turn over, unable to help but check if he'd spontaneously developed an injury. Cersei frowned at the sudden movement.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, just some twinges. Don't get up, I was comfy!"
Cersei rolled her eyes, twisting her body until she could lean over and kiss him. Jaime sighed happily, eyes falling closed as she rubbed a hand over his arm and chest, stroking his still-sweaty skin. Then, because she was very, very mean, Cersei sat up and it was clear she meant to leave their bed.
"We'll need fresh sheets for the bed at some point, after the mess you made."
"You fucked that out of me, so technically it's at least fifty percent your fault."
Jaime pouted, but he couldn't stop himself smiling as he watched Cersei rise to her feet, reclining on his pillow to watch her move around the room, still naked and covered in his come.
"Do you need help getting up?"
He shook his head, but when he tried to actually get up, Jaime did find he was more sore than he realised.
"Oh. Maybe."
"It's fine, first times can be sore. You'll get used to it. I did."
Her eyes sparkled with promise as Jaime looked at her, and she helped haul him to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her since she was so nicely within reach, and pressed his nose in to her hair. She smelled like sweat and sex and Cersei, and Jaime's heart fluttered happily as he breathed her in.
"Alright, I'm up. Now what?"
Cersei slid her hand down his arm so she could lace their fingers together.
"First, we clean up a little. I'll change the sheets, since I will wager you will not want to bend that much right now, and you'll get started with dinner. And then, while we wait for it to be ready, you'll be providing this queen with somewhere to sit."
Jaime understood the emphasis, and had no complaints whatsoever as he followed her out.
"Who am I to deny my queen?"
-GOT-
This ended up much longer than expected. That happens a lot. But I had fun, the twins had fun, and hopefully people who read this have fun too!
And also hopefully my urge to write the disaster horny twins goes away.
*watches the cute morning after scene again*
