"You're not going to get me clean." Jake spoke with a lot of amusement. His mind was so far in the gutter now that nothing was going to get his mind clean even if his body was.

He did take that as an invitation. Leaning in, while Niko scrubbed his chest, Jake raked those needle sharp fangs over the side of the Finn's neck. His arms were tightening around the younger man's waist too. "Where should I bite you?"