Dean chuckled softly and drew back off slowly. "Impatient. You said you didn't have anywhere to go."

Maybe it was a little cruel, but he couldn't help it. Jaime looked so tempting laying there, writhing like he was. Dean wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and drew the tip into his mouth once more. His tongue worked against the tip teasingly before he started to bob his head slowly, moving up and down along the shaft. His other hand continued to hold Jaime's hips down for now.