Yeah someone got good or got enthused and which it is matters less than swearing out low and appreciative strings of Spanish. His voice catches with each flick, hips tense, straining against the instinct to rock forward. He wants-

But watching where they go with this. That's holding him still.

Having Felix go and go hard, pull his own trick back at him has his hand fisting in Sam's hair, tugging appreciatively. "Dios Mio, linda lobo-</i"