"Deep breaths-" Sam needs to remember to breathe- Taylor remembers too damn well how everything fell away. How it was too much, how it was just enough. How he couldn't even think straight with that firm pressure grinding right on up. He keeps it slow. Twisting his hand on the withdraw and rocking it up gingerly. Only giving as much as Sam can take. Never pushing too hard, too fast. "There you go. Opening right up for me, aren't you? Need this?"

He pushes that much further, thumb catching just on the stretched rim. All he'd have to do is tuck it in against his fingers and Sam could take it. Take all of it.