"Not playing at anything." Now he pulls back enough to watch them, grunting at the jab to his ribs but otherwise unmoving between their thighs. His hand twists just a little too dry over the head of Sam's cock. "Hit me again and I'm leaving you here."

Hard and half naked on the floor. He can get off with his hand in the shower just as well as he can with Sam and Felix. The pad of his thumb rolls over the slit he'd teased with his nail earlier, head tipped to the side. "But if you want rough- You got a word?"

Improvising a scene is not how he does this shit, especially with new partners. But he knows this body, knows Sam's limits, it's Felix that's the wild card at the moment.