Will was not daunted in the slightest by the chill of Fin's tongue nor by the lack of pulse. The fae embraced the odd- he'd once spent a summer romancing a Glaistig, a creature of his realm made of water itself- Fin's change did not change his own feelings.

The way the former mortal moaned made his blood burn and Will tangled his fingers in Fin's long hair. He tilted his head to kiss him more deeply and began to squirm and rut against him simply to feel the man with as much of his body as he could.

His new form was lanky, the muscles ropy and softer than before. His chest and waist were trim and though he hadn't changed drastically there were differences. A new body to learn, to map, to enjoy.