After everything else he's done- Taylor's gentle. Keeps the slow pass of his tongue light, keeps his thrusts shallow. Slow and easy and careful with nerves that are bound to be overworked and rubbed just this side of raw. One hand slips up to tangle their fingers together, thumb tapping the side of Sam's hand.

The implication that he can just say the word and he'll pull off is heavy. One sign and he'll climb back up, nose in against his throat and pass out there for a short while.

But for now there's the feather light brush of his lips against sensitive skin, the slow twist and dip of his tongue teasing out the lube and come he'd worked into Sam so carefully not an hour ago.