Showing off was fine, but Samandriel was pretty sure he needed to not have fabric all around his face and not helping anything. He pulled off of Carrick only long enough to move the clothing out of the way so he could take him fully in, stroking what the angle and his reluctance to get Carrick to move his damn hips wouldn't allow him to get in his mouth.
His tongue shifted almost musically against the underside of Carrick's cock, low moans and whimpers of pleasure only adding to things. Anything he could do to keep Carrick's mind completely away from whipping him would be a step in the right direction.