Glow.
"You know, I'd heard about this 'afterglow', but I thought it generally came, you know, after."
"Would you shut up?"
"Can't, you're blinding me, and not in the nice way."
"Fuck, Ed, you're killing the mood."
"I'm killing the mood? Funny, I thought your... lime green cock o' doom was doing a great job of it."
"Are you done, now?"
"Not yet, and anyways, how can you misplace your cock so much that you need it to glow to find it?"
"I seem to misplace it a lot in you, so shut it."
"And why are we using a condom anyway? We never do. And unless I've suddenly undergone a sex change without my knowledge, I ain't getting knocked up. And we're both clean. Unless there's something elseyou want to share tonight."
"Or maybe I'm just fucking tired of cleaning out the mess you leave behind, which you never clean, because you always drop dead afterwards."
"I don't leave a mess behind, that's the part you work on. Besides, if you wanted to use a condom, you could have asked. I'm not opposed to it. It's the glowing part that's freaking me out."
"sigh"