Yes, maybe too much.

Dago wasn’t sure what in the hell to think, so he just said the first thing that came to mind, “I think I popped a boner because I touched my arm,” he blurted out, confused.

Dom stifled a laugh, “Really? Is it that bad?”

Dago frowned, “These were the side-effects you were talking about?”

Dom chewed on his lip piercing and shrugged innocently. Dago frowned deeper, that would have already been attractive; it did nothing to help his predicament.

“Seriously, how do I make it stop?” Dago said, slightly annoyed.

“Wait; let me run some tests first!” Dom said, grabbing a notebook from a pile of papers on a table near him. He flipped it open and pulled a pen out of his hoodie pocket. He began to scribble some things and waved at Dago to come over. Dago came closer, not liking the sudden sliding sensation between his legs as he moved.

“Please, hurry up,” Dago said, sounding less annoyed and more like he was pleading.

Dom nodded and twisted his face into a concentrated expression. He grabbed Dago’s wrist and ran one finger down his palm. Dago shuddered and shut his eyes, trying to prevent himself from further embarrassment. He opened his eyes and Dom was watching his expression curiously.

“Wow, that is bad,” he said finally.

“Tell me about it," Dago said, narrowing his eyes.

“That’s too bad, I really hoped it would work,” Dom said, “Back to formula then.”

“Wait, does it just wear off?” Dago said, hopefully. If it did, then he could enjoy a couple hours being over-sensitive. That was a fun way to spend his first day of sexual freedom.

Dom froze, “Uh… unfortunately not.”

Dago gave Dom a stony expression. He could have mentioned that before he took the damn potion.

“You… might be ah… a little frustrated unless you get the cure, too,” Dom said, delicately.

“What the hell does that mean?” Dago asked in a low voice.

“I know the cure, don’t worry, don’t worry!” Dom said frantically, sensing he was annoying Dago.