Weird, to hear a voice while Sam's mouth is full. It should give him pause because sure he's fucked them both every which possible way but- not when Felix was riding shotgun. Not when he was this present in the neural lace. "Yeah, yeah-"

That slick goddamn twist, that sudden surge of pressure- He loses a moment with a low moan, eyes locking on Sam's. Felix's. Whoever's. "You're not half bad either, Isaac."