[ Crais groans, loud and clear, and hardens agaist Chris' thigh. His hand at Chris' back clenches and his other hand comes up and grabs hold of Chris' shoulder- not to push him away, but to steady himself.

Chris is being impacted by something, and so is Crais.

In Chris' case that's mushrooms. In Crais' case, it's endorphins.

This is very much a 0 to 100, rapidly. It's fantastic, but it also makes his head spin. He nips at Chris' lower lip in minor, soft, protest for Chris pulling back at all, but.]

There's lube everywhere, including my pocket. Please try to refrain from putting me into the wall instead of against it, though.

[ Yeah that's not a metaphor that's come up. He gets his hand free of Chris' back to reach into his pocket and fish the small bottle out.]