Jaime was all too willing to oblige that guiding movement, immediately thrusting his hips upward. He gasped as he felt his shaft again surround and sliding by the wet heat. He wasn't sure whether it was Khaji or the force of his sudden rise in pleasure which allowed it, but he got one of his hands free from the alien limb.

He reached down to cup Dean's cheek and then comb his fingers through his brown hair, giving a small tug while he pushed himself back and forth into the skilled mouth. Pleasure sharpened by the slow teasing, it wasn't long before his moans went higher-pitched and his thrusts grew quicker and more urgent. He held his hips up, shuddering against Dean's mouth with his climax.