Dean was nearly there himself. It was difficult to hold back with so much going on around him. He was moaning eagerly around Khaji's limb, enjoying the way it played against his tongue.

Jaime's cries sent sparks through him and each one pushed him closer and closer to his own edge. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting harder, faster... each grind of his hips took his breath away.

Finally, he had the presence of mind to slip a hand between them and wrap it around Jaime's cock, jerking him as steadily as he could while he moved.