Dean couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. His body was on auto-pilot, hips hammering into Jaime in a desperate push toward his own climax. The motion of his hips stuttered when he came, the smooth, controlled motion lost under the onslaught.

After what seemed like forever, Dean finally slowed to a stop. He let Khaji's limb slip from his mouth and he slumped down against Jaime, breathing raggedly.