"Sorry, sorry," Max hisses "I really like teeth." As if that wasn't incredibly obvious already.

All of it's good, and Pratt is well on his way to winning a big prize, but at least this time when Max feels the scrape of teeth he has enough restraint not to buck forward again. He does throb dangerously on the edge of release, hard enough Pratt can probably feel him convulsing.

"Gonna... want to back off if you don't... want a mouth full," Max warns.