Each thrust, striking that sensitive spot inside him, pierced electric pleasure straight up his spine, forcing desperate, cries out of his lungs. His back arched, muscles tensing as Dean pushed him ever closer to climax.

Khaji kept the limb going at a light thrust to match Dean's sucking and licking, pressing down on his tongue and occasionally gliding the tip around it. Jaime's sounds grew more urgent as he breathlessly started to call out Dean's name. Heated and lightheaded, he could hardly warn the other of how close he was.