Finn stayed still and kept his gaze on Raihn, cocking his head every once and a while. It was clear Raihn knew what he was doing, and he wasn't falling for it. This type of person was always fun but also quite frustrating to Finn. He wanted Raihn to fall into his trap, but that wasn't going to happen. Finn didn't answer straight away, instead, he got up off of the hand he was leaning on and got close to Raihn again. He was even closer than last time, but he wasn't close to his lips, instead, he was close to his ear. "The burn." Finn replied quietly, his lips softly grazing Raihn's ear as he slowly pulled away just to meet his gaze. If Finn was playing with fire, he wanted the burn. He kept an intense stare on Raihn, refusing to back away. He could feel his hot breath against his lips, and he liked it. Looking down at his lips, he tilted his head a bit as if he were going for a kiss, but he didnt move.

Raihn felt his pulse hammer against his ribs as Finn's breath ghosted over his skin, his words sinking in like a slow and searing ember. The burn. The way he had said it, the way his lips had just barely brushed against his ear sent a shiver down Raihn's spine. It was clear that Finn wasn't backing down, he was pushing. Tasing. Testing. And damn it Raihn wasn't sure how much longer he could play it cool. His gaze moved over Finn's face, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw and the slight smirk that played at his lips. The intensity in his eyes made something deep in Raihn's gut twist with a feeling he wasn't ready to name. Finn was so damn close and yet he wasn't near close enough. The tension between them was suffocating, electric, and alive with something that Raihn didn't dare acknowledge or attempt to deny. Slowly, he exhaled through his nose and dragged his tongue along the inside of his cheek as if hoping that the act would help him steady himself. With his eyes still fixed on Finn he could tell that the guy was waiting, daring him to do something. And for once, Raihn wasn't going to think, he was going to take. He shifted, tilting his head just slightly before dipping in, his lips brushing against the shell of Finn's ear, his voice so low it was barely a breath. "Don't run this time." He said, and the second those words left his mouth he moved. Pulling back from Finn's air he caught Finn's lips instead. The kiss was slow at first and deliberate, a test, a warning, and a challenge all in one. The heat of it sent a sharp thrill through Raihn's chest, but he refused to rush. He pressed in deeper, tasting the remnants of smoke and beer on Finn's lips. His fingers twitched at his sides as if he were fighting the urge to grab him. And then something snapped. He wasn't aware that his hand had moved at all until it found Finn's jaw. He slid his fingers along it and then around to his nape, tilting his head and deepening the kiss as he did so. It wasn't just heat, it was hunger, something raw and reckless that he honestly doubted he had the will to stop. Finn had asked for the burn, and now Riahn was going to give it to him and let it consume them both in the process.