[That does increase the frequency and intensity of the distressed noises coming from him. Eyes widen slightly as the marks drag down his stomach. He digs his fingers into Absinthe's biceps. Not clawing, but pressing and pinching through layers of fabric. Though he still manages to spit out a curse through clenched teeth.]

Absinthe!

[It is the grinding that actually grounds him. The reminder of where he is that prevents him from simply trying to throw the other man off him. He doesn't share his partner's vigor as this is so, so very not his kink.]