"There we go-" The familiar flex and glide- there's resistance but it's not too much. Enough for Sam to feel it when he starts twisting his hand, curling his fingers to press and stretch in even passes. Of course Felix popping up to be all smug just reminds Taylor of his earlier promise.

Half a second to find the right angle, less than that once he's got it to strike at Locus' prostate in a sharp, intense grind. No break, no recovery, just tight circles pressing against that bundle of nerves while his other hand slips up to squeeze Felix's cock. Not as hard as he would for Sam alone, but- hey. "What I've got are magic hands, Slick."