Jaime groaned and shivered as Dean pulled away, as if he felt cold all over from having his needy length exposed. "Not fair," was all he could respond, voice somehow both humorous and begging.

As Dean started up again, Jaime's breath came faster. The ministrations were still tame, but better than being denied any contact. His hips still attempted the occasional jump whenever Dean's mouth came closer to the base of him.

Jaime was only slightly aware of another robotic tendril which snaked its way up to his mouth. On instinct, he tried to get his lips around it. It darted playfully away, continuing to circle around the lips and occasionally allowing Jaime to catch it between his teeth while the human drew his head higher to brush his tongue against it. Jaime lost himself to the gentle touches, allowing his body to be drawn to wherever Dean and Khaji wanted.