Deep, gasping breaths that continue as Taylor's hands see fit to play, fluttering and flexing against yielding heat and muscle, and it's almost drunkenly that they fall forward, mouth falling over his mid-sentence, only letting a few words slip out at a time as he nips sloppily, nuzzles hot against the underside of his jaw.

Everything hums, shines, sweeps by like it means nothing in comparison, and he grins against York's chin before nipping there, too. "Fuck yeah, we could...but I thought you were gonna bend us in half, fuck us into the mat, yeah? Gonna keep us waiting?"

It's damn near a tease. Note: Felix's mood definitely seems to improve after orgasm.