It's filthy, absolutely obscene, the noises drifting up from between his thighs where Taylor is licking him clean, and he's not sure how much more of this he can take. It's trying to wind him up again, even with Felix binding up the excess and trying to siphon it away, and his heels slip and dig in for traction with each stroke and thrust of that nimble little muscle diving slickly in and out of his hole.

"York..." he finally croaks, eyes sliding shut as he turns his head away, fingers digging in behind him. "York, please..."