[ It's a good thing he's already as drunk and floppy-limbed as he is, or he'd be starting to feel pretty nervous right around now. As it is he's just going with the flow, easily lost in the delicious friction yet still sober enough to take a hint as it's dumped on his chest.
Soon as Helix is done with the bottle Aidan moves to push him over onto his back, sloppily kissing him while trying to fumble that cork open. It's not going too well. ]