He feels so empty when Taylor pulls free, so hollow, that a strained noise slips free. Almost a protest. But he knows what's coming from the slick noise that follows, knows he's done something good, that he'll get good in return...

And sure enough, Taylor gives him exactly what they want. Just thrusts deep and fills him up again, but it's different now. Not too much but perfect, perfect just the same, and his back hitches off the mats in an arch, mouth curved into a silent 'o'.

Felix, however, is not silent. "Both of us, big guy? Cause I could do this all day." And he only sounds a little out of breath when he says so, even if he feels all of it. Every inch of it. Like it's him being fucked, his body seizing up and shuddering hard.