[He shivers first at the water as it washes down his back, then more at Fuuma's hand there, at the way his fingers trace those particular scars, his lips already so close to the ones on his neck that were just as sensitive, maybe the most of his marks. His wrists and legs had them too and he had other less obviously explained marks on him, such as his abdomen from hunters that had tried to cut at the unprotected stomach of his dragon form but failed to kill him no matter how much magic they put into it. He should be more protective of where he lets this man touch, where he lets him kiss, that would be rational thing. And yet.]
[...............................][Whispers Fuuma's name back to him, his own hands absently running water against his back too.]