"So can I." Growled low and rough against the skin of Felix's throat, hips snapping sharply on the withdrawl. One lean thigh held out while he gets his hands against the skidding bruises that fit into his hands like Sam was made to be here under him, bent double and spread wide in all his filthy gorgeous brutal beauty.

Perfect.

And if he can keep the tension up, keep the momentum going- he's certain he can short out Felix. "I got nothing else to do today."

Not a damn thing. "Think I'll make it last an hour, this time. String you both along till you can't stand it, huh? How's that sound?"

It'd take, shit, a lot of focus and help from Delta, but he could do it. Would do it if it kept Sam shuddering, begging, broken under him. If it got that orange glow to fritz and fizzle like a sparkler in the night.