It was all too easy to fall into just enjoying the motions. Dean loved the way his lips felt stretched around Jaime's cock and the weight of it against his tongue when he moved along the shaft. He moaned softly and sucked harder, his own hips grinding down against the bed reflexively in response to the jump in arousal.

Soon, Dean decided he'd tortured Jaime enough and he moved his hands away. One settled beside Jaime's hips, bracing himself slightly above him. The other hand rested lightly on his hip and gave an encouraging tug to get him moving again.