"As you wish-" Delta, ever helpful, starts the clock. Does some quick calculations for chafing and the requisite reapplication of lubricate, times it out for optimal friction and comfort, and tosses in an ideal pattern and variation for mutual stimulation that both Taylor and Sam will most enjoy. All and all, a true bro. Taylor takes that along with Sam's thigh, hitches his legs further apart, and bears down.

Bends him double and starts a slow grind that'l have them both seeing stars. One hour.

Long enough to get Sam hard and desperate again. To maybe fizzle out Felix more than a little. To drive himself pretty well insane because jesus he hasn't pulled shit like this in years and hasn't pulled it from this end...ever. At all. Braced over Sam, looking down into pale eyes and dark hair, all that lube, sweat, and come glistening on his skin? Makes it hard to go slow. To take his time.