"You won't," Finnick promises, and it's a firm promise. There is little John could do to disappoint him, aside from walking away here and now, but even that would be quickly forgiven.

He still meets John's gaze with his blue eyes, and as the other leans in, Finnick mirrors him, moving closer with the same slow and gentle movement. He allows their lips to meet, closing his eyes and breathing into the kiss as it lingers. After a few long moments, Finnick breaks it and kisses him again, slightly more firmly. One hand still holds John's, but the other lifts to his cheek, thumb brushing lightly against his cheekbone.

It feels special, and though Finnick has so much experience that he tends to forget how much a first time can mean, he honours it now. He feels honoured, that John chose to share this particular first time with him.

Once that kiss breaks in turn, he stays close, breathing the same air, opening his eyes again to look for John's reaction.