“I am not grosser than you, you tell me about the stuff you and Jamie do all the time!” Ren said emphatically as he set his now-empty wineglass down, getting distracted and giggling as he attempted several times to set it down on the coaster before giving up. “I certainly hope we both get lucky, how nice would that be? Also– no, I am not, thank you very much, though I do still have some light bruising on my hips.”
“You are much, much grosser than me because you like sex dungeons and whips and pain! I’ve never gotten whipped, but only spanked and that’s not gross!” He protested, laughing louder than appropriate for the situation. “I deserve it more than you because Jamie works in the lab too, too much. I never get to see him like you do, and having sex in the lab bathroom isn’t that fun. Last time, we almost got caught!” He burst into a fit of giggles, shaking his head, “Embarrassing!”
"That stuff isn't gross! You know what's gross? Car sex. Car sex and sex in, like-- public-type spaces! Like a bathroom! That's gross!" Ren said with a pout, crinkling up his nose. "Did you just imply that I don't deserve to get laid because I see my boyfriend more often than you see yours? And I agree, that is embarrassing."