Dean's hand around him made Jaime moan and writhe even stronger, hips working double-time to both force himself down harder onto Dean's cock and up into his firm grip. He had a few seconds of desperate, horrible bliss being caught just before his orgasm, before it shot through him, muscles tensing and scarab sending out little sparks along his back.

He was gasping as his nails raked harshly down Dean's sides, still squeezing his legs around his hips to keep those thrusts going throughout his climax. Throat hoarse, muscles burning, and lip bleeding from biting down on it too hard, Jaime was in heaven.