That moan licks up his spine like flame, has John tugging just a little on his hair again to give him more room so he can explore that strong column of his throat, nip at his adam's apple and flick his tongue against a patch of stubble at his jaw, tasting and feeling and swallowing down this new side of sex he's dreamed of simply knowing for so long.
He's not even thinking as he reaches down to help Finnick with their buttons, getting Finnick's fly open faster so he can reach out, touch--
It's not so different from wrapping his fingers around his own cock when he's hard. It's not his, though, it's Finnick's, hot and silky and beading moisture when he brushes a thumb across the head.
John can't remember the last time he was so excited, and he's a little dizzy with it. It's...a great feeling.
His touch is slow, still hesitant, still careful as he starts to stroke Finnick, lifting his head to kiss him again.
"Good?" he asks breathlessly against his mouth. "Not--not pullin y'r hair too hard? S'ok?"
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That moan licks up his spine like flame, has John tugging just a little on his hair again to give him more room so he can explore that strong column of his throat, nip at his adam's apple and flick his tongue against a patch of stubble at his jaw, tasting and feeling and swallowing down this new side of sex he's dreamed of simply knowing for so long.
He's not even thinking as he reaches down to help Finnick with their buttons, getting Finnick's fly open faster so he can reach out, touch--
It's not so different from wrapping his fingers around his own cock when he's hard. It's not his, though, it's Finnick's, hot and silky and beading moisture when he brushes a thumb across the head.
John can't remember the last time he was so excited, and he's a little dizzy with it. It's...a great feeling.
His touch is slow, still hesitant, still careful as he starts to stroke Finnick, lifting his head to kiss him again.
"Good?" he asks breathlessly against his mouth. "Not--not pullin y'r hair too hard? S'ok?"