[There's a pang of flustered excitement in Levity's gut at seeing Absinthe like this. It's... endearing in its way, really; the way he holds tighter onto Levity, the way he pants, unable to speak, the way he smiles.

Levity slides his hands up to dig them into the other man's hair, rubbing at his scalp gently, and leans down to press a few kisses to his cheek and jaw.]

...Not too long?