The way Dean held him and kept sucking made Jaime continue to moan and twitch into his orgasm. He sagged back against the bed as his pleasure waned, panting contentedly and closing his eyes. Mind still abuzz with gratification, he laughed lightly as he turned to Dean, "I'm not complaining."

Jaime held the tip of Dean's chin, bringing him close so he could kiss him. Meanwhile, that limb pressed back against Dean's hand, curling around it in a light grip.