Jaime's brow furrowed even as his eyes slipped closed, conflicted between the desire to indulge in all this and to protect his secret. His hand curved around Dean's waist to push them closer. He could hardly consider lying while that mouth was on him. And that suggestion was sounding really good right then.

Khaji nudged him from the back of his mind. It was a light but eager push which told Jaime that the scarab wanted out too. Propping himself up on his elbow, Jaime leaned in to Dean's body while lifting his back up off the bed. "You're unusually cool with such weird shit," Jaime breathed as a couple limbs slunk out from behind him, curling over his shoulders to follow the path Dean's kisses took.