Dean's lips closed around Jaime's fingers. He sucked teasingly at them, his tongue stroking along the undersides.

The touch of the metal leg was strange, but he got used to it fairly quickly. The way it moved inside him wasn't like anything else he'd felt before. It was hard to concentrate on much else. Fortunately, he didn't need to concentrate to continue working over Jaime's fingers. That was a near automatic reaction.