It's an odd question, though not out of place, to be bringing up right then. With their shirts off and mouths tangled up in one another, with fingers and nails teasing at his skin, and a shudder of unexpected delight to the particular attention at his chest.

He could end this at any time, so the fact that they were still going should have been answer enough. Was he nervous? Extraordinarily so. Was he going to stop? Not now. "Keep going."