Jaime breathed deep as he was stretched a little more, giving a faint chuckle as he felt Dean probing with obvious intent. Knees lifting so he could plant his feet on the bed and keep his legs spread, he lifted his hips to guide those touches to the right spot.

Khaji, meanwhile, was deftly gliding the slick tip of that tendril along Dean's cock, as if trying to compete for Dean's attention. In fact, it started a strong pump at the base of his length just when a passioned, gravelly moan came from Jaime's throat. Jaime inadvertently dug his nails into Dean's ass as he eagerly ground his own down on Dean's fingers.