His heart thumped, warm and hard against his ribs, and he smiled into Finn's throat. He couldn't think of another time that he'd just been so... elated. Where everything in the universe had aligned perfectly and this was exactly what he wanted, and there it was. In his hands. In Finn's hands.

He shifted even closer, the skin above the bite mark pricking as Finn's fingers caressed it, finding the man's lips and taking them in a long, indulgent kiss.

"Perfect," he whispered against him, barely a breath, barely audible, just a rumbling echo of the word that Finn had carved right into his chest.