The kiss is open-mouthed, but slow and languid, allowing them to get acquainted with each other's tongues and bask in those sensations.

Finnick had promised he'd be gentle, but there's a need he can sense in the way John grips him, and if there's one thing Finnick can't resist, it's pushing things to see how far he'll be allowed to take them. He holds tighter to John's hand and pulls it in toward his body, making John lean closer to him, and presses the hand to himself wherever it will reach, encouraging the other man to touch him. His other hand slides into John's shaggy hair, fingers entwining at his scalp.

At a break in the kiss, he utters low: "you like it, mm?" He already knows the answer, but wants to tease a little.