He couldn't look up at them if he wanted to focus. Watching Carolina take Wash apart- that'd scrape what little patience he had and toss it right out the window. He narrows his whole focus to the skin under his hands, the heated ridge of Wash's cock as he sucks it in slow. Not showing off, not going to the root in one go- nope.

He wants to make Wash beg for it.

One slow pass halfway down before he bobs his head up, lapping at the slit with careless little flicks of his tongue.