Jaime closed his eyes with a shiver at that touch, Dean's gruff voice turning him on just as much as his body. "Khaj," he breathed, shifting a little.

To answer Dean's request, one of those alien tendrils had slid down Jaime's back and now press down to where Dean's fingers were. It dripped with a cool lubricant as it curled playfully around those fingers, arching back to stimulate Jaime at the same time.