[Slipping out and definitely enjoying all those nice feelings that come after the fact. He pets the other man's hip.

Shortly after, he falls to his side to curl up next to him, head on Absinthe's shoulder, legs tangled with his. He throws an arm across him so that he can draw more drying white lines on his belly.]

Yes... Does it bother you?

[A content sigh against his neck. Even if Absinthe still smells of decay, he's almost gotten used to it.

He closes his eyes.]