[The scrape against the wound always gets him to shiver, but the intensity is less pronounced each time. Though after one particular pass he breaks off the kiss with a keen sound. He dips his head down resting his forehead against crook of his neck, panting heavily.]

Just...

[He doesn't finish. Instead he pulls his hips back and pushes in as deep as he can, pressed up skin to skin and stays still letting the warmth surrounding him. As he pauses, he redoubles his efforts on Absinthe's cock in his hand. Applying pressure, speeding up the pace, whatever seems to get the most reaction out of him.]