Not immediately.

“I must be imagining things, it’s nothing,” Dago said, shaking his head.

He felt like his jeans were too tight in the front all of a sudden. He carefully pulled at the crotch and found he was half-way to being hard. As soon as he moved his hand away, that wasn’t a half-way problem anymore. He bit his tongue to try to get his mind off of it, but it didn’t help. That was weird.

“Are you sure?” Dom asked.

Dago jumped, he almost forgot that he wasn’t in the room by himself. Dom moved over to Dago and reached up to put a hand on his forehead. Dago shut his eyes, but he could still smell Dom. He smelled like something sharp and spicy; it smelled delicious. Not the ‘I want to suck your blood’ kind of delicious, but the kind that made Dago think of staying in bed and fucking the day away with Dom. Damn, something made his libido jump into overdrive.

“Is increased sensitivity one of the symptoms?” Dago said keeping his eyes closed.

Dom rolled onto the balls of his feet in excitement, “Is that the only change you feel? That’s great!”

“Not exactly,” Dago said with a frown.

“Oh,” Dom said, disappointed.

Dom took his hand off of Dago’s forehead and thought for a moment. If the side-effects were still there, he had to do something about it. He tentatively put his hands on Dago’s chest.

“Mmm, please don’t do that,” Dago said, wincing.

“I have to or you’ll stay like this,” Dom said quietly.