"Not talking to you, cupcake." Taylor snorts a soft laugh, tucking his pinky up along with the rest at the first real test of resistance. It's a lot, he knows- but Sam's low and sweetly submissive in the moment. Pliant. Ready to take anything he gives because it's him. Felix never got him like this. Never got him to take care of him, never earned his trust like this. All the more reason to keep it good. To be gently merciless with that steady glide, leaning in to bite again at the point of Sam's left nipple.

Tugging, rolling it between his teeth even as he twists his fingers in a slow thrust. Rocks his hand up to him little by inevitable little to keep it crackling and sweet and with just the right kind of burn.

Just for Sam. For them.