Jaime could only groan as the fingers left him empty--gasping and squeezing his eyes shut as he was filled again. He was hot around the cock, ringed muscles alternately tensing and relaxing around it. He hooked a leg over Dean's waist as his hands fell uselessly to the bed, gripping and pulling at the blankets.

The stiff length nestled inside him and Dean's tongue against the alien limb, already had the human gasping and chewing his lip in anticipation. That tendril wriggled a little to brush along Dean's lips then curl back against his tongue to mimic its movements.