Being pushed against the door, that hint of bold desire, makes Finnick exhale another aroused sigh.

The experimental scratch yielded wonderful results, and new information. John likes that, as becomes immediately apparent in the way his shyness falls away to reveal hot lust. Finnick moans at the pressure on his groin, and grabs John's ass roughly to keep their hips pressed together, rolling his own forward. His other hand scratches across the taller man's back diagonally, a little harder this time. The kiss is hardly even a kiss anymore as Finnick's mouth mainly hangs open whorishly with his tongue blindly pushing forward, though he does occasionally nip and suck at John's lower lip.

With John's larger size and strong movements, Finnick is dangling on the precipice of his more submissive side, feeling like he could switch at any moment. A small part of him whines, wanting to be choked and fucked against the wall by this gentle giant. For now, he keeps that to himself, not wanting to overwhelm John since he's new at doing this with a man.

However, the guy would probably appreciate a tip, Finnick thinks. A cheat code.

"Pull my hair."