And here Jaime never thought he'd be cursing those damned strong muscles Dean had. He'd enjoyed getting to indulge in the feeling of Dean's mouth around him, and a breathless, throaty whine escaped him as his hips were stopped.

"Dean. Dean, c'mon," He said in between quiet grunts as he kept trying to move his arms or hips. The mouth around him, already driving him crazy with so little action, promised of more.

If nothing else, Jaime could shift his legs impatiently, lift his chest off the bed slightly in hopes of releasing this pent up energy he had. Of course, it wouldn't be enough and only succeeded in making the human writhe like some enticing dance to get Dean to go further.