He's got half a second to consider, well. Demanding, how they're sitting, and Felix's rather short fucking list of what he likes, doesn't like, and the kind of guy he seems to be. Getting them flipped over to get Sam's thighs over his shoulders and eat him out like that probably isn't happening.

Falling back, now- and tugging Sam up to sit on his face? Probably something Felix would like. Once he's got a few more bruises bitten into Sam's chest. As soon as he's got the one swollen and red and bruised he drags his teeth and lips across to mark up the other, fingers settling into sharp, irregular thrusts to keep them both guessing.