Ben frowned. "I've heard of it," he answered, trying to recall exactly what he'd heard about it. He'd been hoping Art's solution was something else — something quick and easy and maybe magical, like a weird seed one of them could eat with breakfast or a potion to mix with coffee, or something. The idea of putting a physical thing between him and his partner during sex seemed... well, unappealing, in a word. Not to mention the awkwardness of envisioning putting something around that particular part of his anatomy in the first place. It was like something out of a medieval torture chamber, not something he thought married men could really be dealing with on a regular basis.

"Is it... worth it?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean, do you even feel anything?"