Absolutely not. Maybe if we were five rounds in and you weren't slowing down at all. Or when you're still overly shy at the start. [He leans in to whisper in his ear.] But by the time you're against the wall, you're an incredible sight of eager desperation.

[There's a brief nip before he pulls back to mive the cork with his teeth, hips still moving into that hand, wet spot forming on his jeans.]

[He moves a hand to twist and tease a nipple, downing his own potion.]