He knows this lock and all its variations. Knows what makes sam shudder and moan, what has him curling in close with hitched twists of breaths. Felix is the anomaly in Sam's skin- variations on the usual themes, a gentling due to Felix's expressed preferences- it's an art. One that Taylor attends to with all due affection and diligence.

Teeth sink in as his tongue swirls around pebbled skin, fingers crooked and grinding in an erratic pattern to keep either of them from settling in. Fast one moment and slow another, but always hard. Always sharply aimed right for that crackling bundle of nerves. Felix is still talking so, obviously, he's not working hard enough. Snaking a third finger in, twisting on the withdraw, scissoring them to feel Sam's body strain to accommodate?

Probably wont' shut him up, but it might surprise him.