There's an excitement lighting small sparks in his belly as they climb the stairs, the same excitement he gets when reeling in a fish he knows is big. He can't help the small, nearly childish grin that tugs at his lips.
Then they're alone, and all is quiet enough that he can hear their breathing, and their muscular frames are up against each other, the brushing of their hips creating more electricity in Finnick's body.
It's once again apparent that John is taller than him, and he likes that. Finnick likes to feel small sometimes, even if so far in this scenario he's been the dominant one due to the difference of experience. That could always change.
His fingertips find the hem of John's shirt and slip up underneath it, and he exhales a small noise into the other's mouth as he caresses the warm, bare skin of his back. Their tongues dance together as though to a song with a steady, quick beat. Experimentally, once his hands are up by John's shoulder blades, he scratches lightly down his back.
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Then they're alone, and all is quiet enough that he can hear their breathing, and their muscular frames are up against each other, the brushing of their hips creating more electricity in Finnick's body.
It's once again apparent that John is taller than him, and he likes that. Finnick likes to feel small sometimes, even if so far in this scenario he's been the dominant one due to the difference of experience. That could always change.
His fingertips find the hem of John's shirt and slip up underneath it, and he exhales a small noise into the other's mouth as he caresses the warm, bare skin of his back. Their tongues dance together as though to a song with a steady, quick beat. Experimentally, once his hands are up by John's shoulder blades, he scratches lightly down his back.