Getting fucked it'll be, then, as soon as York finds the damn lube he'd kept in his pocket (He's tried to be prepared since that first go on the mats) and figures out how to 'show his teeth' the way Felix seems to want. Whatever the hell that means. One handed fumbling finds and fishes out the tube as he leans in to bite at Felix's lips, closing the distance with a sharp edged smirk and no real plan as to how to move forward.

What did he like, what did Sam like, what tricks hasn't he pulled on either of them in awhile? The hand on his cock goes feather light, barely trailing and twisting along Sam's shaft as he slicks up his other hand.