Two impossible things down, one to go. If he can make himself move. If he can bear to peel himself out of Sam's embrace to slither down far enough to get to number three. Maybe in a little while when he's done panting against his skin. Coming down from that manic high is difficult but- damn well worth it. Just so he can focus enough to turn his head and press his lips against Sam's pulse.

Felix silent. Fizzled out for the moment and all this beautiful skin a sweaty ruin cuz of him. Hot damn.