[Breaking off and then kissing the corner of his mouth. He hums. The decay and cologne combination is a little off putting, but honestly not that much. He’s is here for the company as insufferable as the man can be.]

[Fingers push aside Absinthe’s shirt and taps his fingers against his exposed sternum. After a moment’s thought he removes his own gloves with his teeth.]

[As Absinthe’s fingers reach at his hip, he grinds slowly into him once — a wordless invitation.]