You’re at a typically tense and awkward dinner with your parents, and you’ve decided it is a good time to start rubbing your partner between the legs under the table, right under their nose.

He tries to keep it on topic, the movies, the restaurant you went to and deflecting your overly grabby nature. He decides to make a move and wash his stuff up to get away from you being a troublemaker.

You’re insatiable and he knows he’s going to have to sort that out, in his own very special way. His hand over your mouth, playing your own game right back at you.