"Oh really?" Jaime smiled as he relaxed back onto the bed, getting comfortable with Dean over him again. "And if I told you your ass is a demigod in its own right... And your biceps can be... I dunno, patron saints of... Fuck--"

//Stop talking, Reyes//

It was hard to be witty while Dean's mouth was on him, so Jaime decided to forgo that in favor of eager moans and writhing thrusts. With a grunt, Jaime reached down to grab that nonsecular ass and pull it in to grind harder against him.