"Bring it, string-bean." None of the bite- he's too breathless. Too wound up, most of his mind a staticked haze of sensation and visual stimuli, whole body trembling with each thrust. It feels like a fucking eternity- but he keeps on. Reapplies lube as needed. Sucks on Felix's tongue when it's offered like it'll distract him from this overwhelming heat.

For a few seconds it does. Slick and filthy and sharp he loses a little time just thrusting his tongue into Sam's mouth, pulling away to breathe. Up again. Up and dragged right back down and god-

He'll have to make it last. Have to. "I can- I can do this all day-"