[Some logical part of his brain tells him he should dislike the taste of decay, but he doesn't. But He really just doesn't care. Running his tongue across teeth before meeting again. Not coming up for air just yet.

Though he does spill a low sound out of his throat when Absinthe starts stroking, hips rising to meet. In return he grips Absinthe's cock firmly, thumb circling over the head.

He is not going to be paying particular mind to his shirt when there are other sensations that have his full attention. Carry on.]