He didn't even notice how hot the stream was, because that could very well have been the blood rushing through him, for all he could notice or care. What he could feel were Finn's fingers on his skin where the mark still lay - palm settling against it.

Well at least he had one pretty good idea for what Finn liked.

It made the blood rush straight to his groin with the memory. His hands fumbled with Finn's clothes - already sopping wet and getting wetter by the second - working with a desperate urgency.

He broke off only to breathe - the action actually made rather difficult, between the water and the kiss, but only so he could look into Finn's eyes for a thudding heart beat. Only so that he could catch his gaze before he turned his head to press a hot kiss to his throat, to run his tongue over his skin before parting his lips and letting his teeth bite down.