"Fuck-" Ok, teeth- Sam likes it and he's never thought about it on him before but- yeah. Jesus that's good, little pinching crackles of near pain digging in and it's hard to breathe for the first half second he's got a tongue on him. Felix knows what he's doing or Sam's gone and gotten enthused.

Right now? He doesn't care, fingers slipping back to card through Sam's hair, dragging along his jaw. Tracing the line of his lips where they glide against his cock.