[Levity's own reaction is a surprise to himself: he's avoided thinking about sex lately for obvious reasons, so the familiar jolt of warmth and excitement in his gut is more than unexpected... but once again not unpleasant. Levity doesn't tighten his hold, judging it to be sufficient, but his fingers certainly twitch at hearing that moan, at knowing he's having an effect.

It's intoxicating, in its own way.

Heart beating faster, Levity lets himself deepen the kiss - almost teasingly slow, thorough, as though aiming to test if Absinthe would get impatient or desperate if this goes on long enough.]