For a moment, Jaime felt Dean thrust, twist, and contract around the legs as if they were his own limbs. Khaji was enjoying this just as much as the other human; Jaime could tell from the warm, pleasures buzz muddling the back of his mind—a sort of feedback from his symbiote's mental climax. It made Jaime groan against Dean's neck, relief flooding his mind as if he were comig done from his own orgasm.

Khaji gently removed his limbs from Dean's body, along with Jaime freeing the human's mouth for him to press a chaste kiss against. He sank down, half relaxing against Dean and half holding himself up with his elbows so the man could breathe.

//Can we keep him?// Jaime had to chuckle softly at the happily dazed little question. Probably not.