Separating sex and sentiment is easy for Felix. He can be very affectionate, very playful. He can be a damn good time, and he knows it.

He still squawks somewhat when turned back onto his -- Sam's -- back, the two of them staring up at Taylor where he's settled. It looks like there might be some protest from Felix, but a second later Locus's eyes roll back and his digs his nails into the mat beneath him, heels dragging until he's braced his legs and is pushing slowly back.

Still going. Still going and still pushing and it's still too much, overwrung nerves screaming white hot as he sucks in another breath.

"Please." That's not Felix, there's no way it is.