It's easier see without freaking out, now. That orange glow. It's more yellow than Sigma's, no less strange for it but. Easier to see sitting in the back of Sam's eyes. Watching him adjust. Take it, take all of it so well just for him.

He tips his head back, mouth open against Sam's, Felix's, whoever's while he slowly curls his fingers into a fist and grinds his knuckles up against Sam's prostate.