The agonizing time Dean was taking to thrust dragged Jaime's pleasure out so he shook every time he was filled again. Combined with the sucking he could faintly feel through Khaji, this slow progression had him reaching up to claw against Dean's chest, voice cracking as he moaned freely.

Needing more, he wrapped his other leg around Dean's hips and pushed back, angling himself so Dean could get at his prostrate again. His moans were starting to turn into light cries of pleasure as he gripped his legs tighter around him, encouraging faster, harder, deeper thrusts.