All his.

It really did feel like that, as he lapped his tongue against that bite, as his lips spread and teeth sunk in against the outline of the mostly-healed one still there, his body sliding into a place that it had come to fit like a glove - thigh between Finn's legs, hands raking down his body, down his thighs, then between them - not to his usual destination (alas), but instead gently pushing them apart to widen his stance.