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"You're sure this is the only room that was left?" Jaime complained. The room Bronn had purchased for the night was small, cold, and only housed one bed. At this rate, they might as well have taken their chances sleeping in bedrolls outside. At least there would have been more space. He was tempted to tell Bronn to get his coin back, and they'd move onto the next inn and hope it had a better room, preferably two rooms, but they'd been riding all day and he wasn't sure it was worth it.
"That's what the lady said. Last room left," Bronn said, shrugging and closing the door behind them. That wasn't necessarily the truth, though. Part of his motivation for choosing this room was the fact that it was cheap, and he was even able to haggle the woman down to a bit less than she'd asked for in the first place. However, most of his motivation was an entirely different reason.
The longer they'd spent on the road together, the closer they'd gotten. They'd come to tolerate each other, if not like each other. However, Bronn couldn't help but feel that there could be something more going on. He'd readily admit that he found Jaime to be an attractive man. He'd spent his fair share of time staring at Jaime, thinking about how those pretty lips would feel on his cock while he had a fistful of that beautiful golden hair.
As time went on, he'd noticed Jaime, in turn, staring at him every so often. He wasn't sure if it was the same kind of staring and fantasizing that he did, but he intended to find out, with the help of close quarters.
"Who's taking the bed, then? If it can be called a bed."
Sometimes, when Jaime's habit of having fine things showed, Bronn wanted to strike him.
"It's a cold night. Might as well share it. Body heat and all," Bronn answered, doing his best to sound as logical as possible. He could tell Jaime was considering what he said, then eventually acquiesced.
"Fine."
Bronn pretended to be searching through his pack for something as he waited for Jaime to settle down in bed first. Then, calling upon his terribly useful self-confidence, he slid into bed and sidled up close to Jaime, his front to the man's back, and pressed his half hard cock against Jaime's ass. There wasn't a reaction at first. Jaime seemed willing to ignore it. Therefore, he had to take it further. He slipped a hand onto Jaime's hip, and finally, it made the man speak.
"What are you doing, Bronn?" Jaime sighed.
"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Bronn teased. Despite sounding annoyed, Jaime hadn't moved away in the slightest.
"Feels like you're coming onto me."
"That must be it, then."
"And why would you do that?"
"It's a cold night. Gotta do something to keep warm."
Bronn slipped his free hand into Jaime's hair, brushed it behind his ear, then pulled on it gently. The shaking breath it drew from the man made him smile.
"Not my fault you look bloody good on a horse," Bronn groaned in his ear. "Gets me all worked up."
As Bronn began moving his hand from Jaime's hip to his crotch, the man grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Bronn, what are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing."
Ever so slightly, Jaime's grip on his wrist loosened, and it allowed him to continue sliding his hand across the man's waistband and settle on his crotch. He squeezed lightly, earning himself a stifled groan.
"You're enjoying yourself," Bronn teased, feeling Jaime start to harden beneath his touch.
"I might be," Jaime answered breathlessly.
"Have you been with a man before?" Bronn asked, though he had a pretty good idea of what the answer was.
"No."
"I'll make it a good first experience then."
"When did I agree to this?"
While deftly undoing Jaime's pants with one hand, Bronn tugged harder on his hair. He could feel a slight tremble run through the man's body.
"Has no one ever pulled on your hair like this?" Bronn teased.
"No," Jaime breathed.
"You like it, don't you?"
Jaime could only manage a nod, too breathless to speak. When Bronn's hand left his hair almost immediately after, he nearly gave a whining protest. However, the man's hand had only left to return and gather a larger chunk of his hair, fingers threading into it and gripping lightly.
Jaime wasn't quite sure what was going on or how it had gotten to this point, but he was willing to go along with it.
"You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," Bronn mumbled in his ear while slipping his hand inside Jaime's waistband.
"You, you've thought about this?" Jaime asked, his voice shaking slightly as Bronn's hand dipped between his legs and closed over his balls, squeezing gently.
"Oh, plenty. Since the moment I first met you, I've fantasized about making the great Jaime Lannister submit to me. I've thought about how it would feel to be inside you. I've thought about taking you on your hands and knees and making you moan my name. I've thought about slipping my cock down your throat and seeing how much you can take before you gag."
Jaime shuddered at the images his mind conjured up as Bronn spoke. He couldn't deny that he was scared. Despite that, he desperately wanted to keep going.
When Bronn's hand moved away, he instantly wanted it back. It felt so damn good having someone's touch there. However, when Bronn started to force his pants down to his thighs, he was willing to get over the loss.
Bronn sucked two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. Then, without any word of warning, he plunged his middle finger inside Jaime's hole.
"Fuck, Bronn," Jaime gasped out, instinctively bringing his hand to the man's arm, pushing against the foreign feeling of having something inside him. Bronn simply grabbed his wrist and pulled it behind his back.
"How does it feel, Kingslayer, having something inside you?" Bronn purred in his ear as he began steadily moving his finger in and out.
"It's, odd. But it feels good, I think," Jaime answered, his voice coming out more breathy than before.
"You think?" Bronn chuckled. He pushed in a second finger, drawing a whining moan from the man's lips.
"It feels good," Jaime gasped.
"And it'll feel even better when it's my cock inside you," Bronn mumbled in his ear.
"Get on with it, then," Jaime said breathlessly.
"You want my cock in you now?" Bronn asked as he began steadily thrusting his fingers in and out.
"Yes, yes, I want it."
Bronn knew that Jaime wasn't quite opened up enough, especially for his first time, but he wasn't about to deny what the man asked for, was he? It wasn't his fault that Jaime didn't know what he was in for, and he didn't feel like telling him. He was excited to see how Jaime would react to the pain. When he took out his fingers, Jaime whimpered quietly like he missed them.
"Hands and knees," Bronn ordered. Jaime mustered what strength he had left and did as he'd been told, getting up on his knees and resting his elbows down on the bed. Bronn kneeled behind Jaime, undid his belt and his pants, and began grinding the length of his cock against the man's hole.
"Please, fuck me," Jaime breathed.
"Of course," Bronn said with a low chuckle. He couldn't wait to see how well Jaime would take it, if he could take it at all. He knew he was relatively well endowed, mostly in girth, and it definitely wouldn't be painless. He spat on Jaime's hole, then on his hand and slicked his cock with it. He slid the tip of his cock back and forth over Jaime's rim for a long moment, watching as the man breathed hard and loud, then forced it inside. Jaime gasped in a sharp breath, and Bronn began slowly, steadily pushing into him.
"Fuck, it hurts. You're hurting me," Jaime protested. His hand reached back and grasped at Bronn's body, searching for something to grip or push away. The man merely grabbed his forearms, fighting with him for a moment before pinning them to his back.
"No, I'm not. You just need to relax and accept it. I'll lash your arms together if I have to."
"Please, Bronn. I can't. It's too much," Jaime continued, sounding as though he might cry. He fought against Bronn's tight grip, finding it strong as steel.
"You asked me for it. You asked me to just get it inside you."
Bronn took off his belt with one hand, then used it to bind the man's forearms.
"I didn't know it would be like this," Jaime whimpered. When Bronn finished lashing his arms together, the belt was almost tighter than the man's grasp had been.
"Just relax, Jaime," Bronn soothed. "It'll feel better the more I do it."
He groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside the man. He held there for a moment, then began steadily thrusting in and out, not too hard, but it also wasn't as easy as he could've made it. Jaime let out a loud string of whimpers and sobs that could've been heard by every room surrounding theirs.
"Don't think about it so much. Just relax and feel the pleasure of it," Bronn encouraged. Jaime, straining against his bonds, tried his best to do as he'd been told.
"Bronn, please," Jaime sobbed out. The man leaned down and kissed his cheek.
"You're alright, Jaime. Just trust me," Bronn answered in a calm, sweet voice. He pulled his hips back and left Jaime's hole entirely, waited a few seconds, then pushed it back in.
"Fuck, Bronn," Jaime slurred. Suddenly, it was much easier to take. Something about Bronn having pulled out and pushed back in made it feel like it was fitting inside him better.
"There it is," Bronn said with a chuckle, knowing that Jaime was now enjoying himself.
Impossibly slowly, Bronn drew his hips back until just the tip of his cock was inside Jaime, then pushed back in. He leaned down and nipped at the man's jaw.
"I want to cum inside you," Bronn began, speaking in a low voice right into Jaime's ear that made the man tremble. "And then I want to make you cum while I get hard again, and then I want to cum down your throat."
Jaime couldn't think of how to answer, and he couldn't find the breath to speak anyway. Images of what Bronn had just said filled his mind, and he was growing more eager with each passing moment.
Suddenly, he was roughly torn out of his thoughts as Bronn gave a quick thrust in with brutal force.
"Fuck, Bronn," Jaime cried loudly, nearly shouting.
After that, Bronn kept that same pace. He quickly and mercilessly fucked into the man beneath him, drawing out loud, pained groans. When he shifted his angle ever so slightly, hearing Jaime let out a sobbing moan, he knew he'd struck the man's prostate. He continued brutally nailing that spot with each thrust, roughly taking hold of Jaime's hair, watching the man strain against his bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure. With the way Jaime was practically screaming, Bronn began to worry that someone might think he was being raped, since everyone in the establishment was guaranteed to hear it.
Bronn moved his hand from Jaime's hair to clamp over his mouth in an effort to quiet him.
"You're fucking loud," Bronn chastised, but in truth, he loved it. He just didn't feel like encouraging someone with the wrong idea to come barging in, sword drawn, ready to cut him down.
Jaime was overwhelmed with pleasure, so much that it hurt. He loved what Bronn was doing to him, but he also wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. The abuse to his prostate was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and he couldn't believe they hadn't done this earlier. Before he could even register that it was happening, his entire body shuddered, and spurts of cum soiled the sheets beneath him. Even if he'd had the foresight to give Bronn a warning, the man's hand would've rendered him unable to do so anyway. However, despite him having released, Bronn continued to ruthlessly fuck into him. He wasn't sure if Bronn hadn't noticed he'd came or simply didn't care.
Bronn knew full well that Jaime had gone over the edge, and the fact that he was able to do so without being touched was unbearably intoxicating. However, Bronn wasn't done with the man. He wanted to make Jaime cry. He wanted to torture the man with pleasure. He continued nailing the man's prostate with every hard thrust in, feeling Jaime writhe and tremble beneath him. He planted his forearm in the small of Jaime's back, elbow digging in, holding him in place.
After a long moment, when his body tired and threatened to give out, he felt two tears that had slipped down Jaime's cheeks to his hand that tightly covered Jaime's mouth. After that, he was satisfied. Almost immediately, he was pushed over the edge, and he filled Jaime Lannister with his cum, groaning loudly.
He slowed his hips to a stop, and Jaime nearly sobbed as he pulled out.
"Are you done screaming, now?" Bronn mumbled in his ear. Jaime nodded quickly, whimpering softly. Slowly, Bronn moved his hand away, and the man took in a deep breath.
"Fuck, Bronn," Jaime said, almost accusatory. "That was, that was torture. It felt wonderful, don't get me wrong, but after I came, I was fucking miserable."
"And it was very, very hot," Bronn chuckled. He undid Jaime's bindings, who gratefully held still and let it happen. "But I'm not done with you yet. I still want to make good on my word and cum down your throat. I just need a minute."
He laid down next to Jaime, pulling the man's body against his for warmth.
"I've never felt anything close to what you just did to me," Jaime said quietly. "It felt amazing. It was a lot, almost too much, but I would gladly endure it again."
"You liked it that much, did you?" Bronn teased. He slid one rough hand down Jaime's abdomen and closed it around the man's cock.
"I did," Jaime said breathlessly. "I didn't think it'd feel so good having something inside me, but it did."
Jaime slipped his hand underneath Bronn's shirt and pushed it up, then began kissing his skin over and over.
"Would you like to feel it again? After all, we still have many nights on the road," Bronn offered.
"I would. I would like that," Jaime admitted.
"I'd fuck you at midday when it's nice and bright outside," Bronn began, moving his hand up from Jaime's cock to his throat. "I'd take you to the ground not too far off from a main road, so everyone walking and riding past could see it."
"Bronn," Jaime said quietly, not entirely sure if he was protesting or asking the man to continue.
"And, say a group of knights riding past wanted a turn? I'd tell 'em go right ahead, and fuck him hard and rough, how he likes it."
At the thought of that, Jaime whimpered quietly. The thought of it was intriguing, of course. It was very, very arousing in his head. However, he was quite sure that Bronn would actually do such a thing, given the chance.
"Put your mouth on my cock," Bronn said suddenly. Jaime had to take a moment to process what the man had ordered, and soon, he felt Bronn's hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. He was soon met with the closest view of the man's cock that he'd ever gotten. He took a deep breath, then hesitantly took it between his lips. Immediately, Bronn let out a low, breathy groan, letting his head fall back. As Jaime continued, moving down further, the man's hand threaded into his hair.
"Better yet," Bronn continued, falling back into his fantastical speculation, his voice coming out a bit more breathless, "I'd make them pay me two silvers each for your ass. Four if they cum inside you."
Jaime whimpered as he bobbed his head up and down, still trying to grow accustomed to the feeling.
"We could make good coin with that. Fifty silvers a day, easy."
Quickly doing the math in his head, Jaime grew nervous, as if this were actually going to happen. Fifty silvers in a day would mean twenty-five men if they didn't cum, and at least thirteen if they did. It seemed impossible.
Part of him was intrigued by this. It sounded very, very hot in theory. However, the part of him that figured Bronn could very well be serious about this was growing a bit anxious.
"We could hide your identity if it made you feel better. Cover your head and your hand, and no one would know."
Both the fantasy he was creating and the feeling of Jaime's inexperienced mouth on him were quickly getting him hard again.
"Besides, if they knew it was Jaime Lannister they were fucking, they'd owe me at least twice as many silvers, if not three times. As far as they know, you'd merely be some slave or some poor farmer looking to make some coin. Not sure I'd get as much business if I charged that much."
Jaime was torn between loving what Bronn was saying and being scared of it. He chose to ignore the potential reality of it and focus on the arousal of the fantasy. He moved his mouth down further, taking more of Bronn's hardening cock into it. About an inch or two shy of the base, he gagged around it. He pulled back and stuck to what he could comfortably take, but before long, Bronn's hand in his hair pulled him down a bit further, forcing him to gag on it.
"Then again, I'm sure there are plenty who would pay even more than that to ravage the Kingslayer. You might be a well known man, but you're not necessarily well loved. Perhaps your identity would earn me more money after all."
Bronn had begun controlling his movements entirely, lifting him up and down as the man desired. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Bronn had brought him down further and further, easing him through his inexperienced gagging and choking, until Jaime found himself with his nose buried in the hair around the base of the man's cock. Once he realized what he'd been so subtly drawn into, a wave of panic rushed through him. He immediately gagged violently and pressed his hand against Bronn's hip in an attempt to pull back.
"Calm down and trust me, Jaime," Bronn reassured. He let Jaime up a couple inches and moved the man's hand away.
"I would open you up real good every morning," Bronn continued, slowly easing Jaime into moving his mouth up and down again. "I'd take care of you. Don't you worry about that. I'd get you nice and loose so it wouldn't hurt so much. I'd never let 'em make you bleed."
Jaime put his full trust in Bronn. He did his best to relax his throat. The more he thought about it, the more he gagged.
"I'd be right there, watching 'em do it. I wouldn't leave you alone. And, while I'm there, getting all hot and hard while I watch you get fucked over and over, might as well keep your mouth on me the whole time."
That image suddenly filled Jaime's mind. Taking Bronn's cock the way he was now, while also getting fucked up the ass the way Bronn had just done. He groaned around the man's cock, only realizing after the fact that he had. When Bronn grinned and chuckled, his face flushed red.
"You like that, do you? I'd be glad to make it happen," Bronn teased.
The man continued moving him up and down for another long moment, not saying anything else, just grunting and groaning.
"Alright, Kingslayer," Bronn said breathlessly. "I'm getting close. Turn over."
Jaime's mouth left Bronn's cock just long enough for him to turn over onto his back, then for Bronn to turn over as well, and then his mouth was filled with it again. Bronn thrusted down into his mouth, chasing his orgasm. Unable to control his loud gagging and coughing, Jaime gripped the sheets, bearing it as best he could.
"Can't wait to sell your ass tomorrow." Bronn gave a breathless chuckle, and once again, Jaime had no idea if he was joking or not. However, he didn't have too long to ponder on it before Bronn's cock buried in his throat and the man groaned loudly. He nearly choked on Bronn's cum as it shot straight down his throat. Thankfully, the man pulled back most of the way and let his last few spurts of cum land comfortably on his tongue. Giving one last moan, Bronn slowly pulled out completely and laid down on the bed while he fixed his pants.
Jaime laid where he'd been left, breathing heavily, Bronn's cum still on his tongue. Bronn's hand cupped his chin, thumb brushing over his jaw.
"Are you alright, Jaime?"
Jaime could only nod and give a breathless 'mmhm.'
"Come up here," Bronn encouraged, wanting Jaime to be eye level with him. Once Jaime had managed to move his exhausted body up the bed to where Bronn wanted him, the man fixed his pants for him.
There were a couple of moth-eaten blankets at the foot of the bed, which Bronn laid on top of them.
"You better rest up. You've got quite a day tomorrow," Bronn said with a wicked grin as he pressed his front to Jaime's back and wrapped an arm around him.
"Wait, you're not serious about that, are you?"
"Serious about what?" Bronn asked innocently.
"You know what," Jaime retorted.
"Sleep, Jaime," Bronn said with a finality that communicated that he wasn't going to answer the man's question. Annoyed and slightly concerned, Jaime settled down and tried to fall asleep. His exhausted body allowed him to quickly do so.