[ The blood comes off easily enough, though the cloth takes off what little dust and dirt's managed to gather in the wounds between Marcel packing up his shit and traversing the distance between Grund and Jean Louis' apartment. Consequently, the eyebrow in particular starts trickling blood almost instantly once he removes the cloth and the spray will have to take care of that until things coagulate properly. Marcel's hand feels large and heavy against the back of his neck and he doesn't move away, stays exactly where he is. The other man's cock is hard and warm between their bodies. For now, he doesn't pay it any further mind, though the feel of naked skin against his own does spark the beginnings of heat in his abdomen.

They'll get there when the time's right.

Blinking water out of his eyes, he wipes off Marcel's lip. It's split well and good, blood welling up around the edges of the wound seconds after and he pauses. Stares at it, at Marcel's mouth. He's got nice lips, actually, though most people aren't ever in any position to notice or care; he's also pale enough that they look thinner from a distance. Close up, though... Head tilting, he leans in, making eye contact for all of two seconds before pressing their lips together, none too harshly. Instead, he flicks his tongue along Marcel's bottom lip, tasting water and copper in almost equal measures. He doesn't at all enjoy the taste of blood in his mouth, generally speaking, but he likes the feel of Marcel's mouth against his own and he likes swallowing up some of this shit, whatever you call it. This disappointment. ]