John pushes him back harder against the door when he becomes aware that Finnick needs support—and that is a huge boost to his ego. Guy is going weak in the knees and whining and Jesus he feels like a teenager…

“More of you.” He breathes, even as he rocks into Finnick’s touch with a moan. “M’ good, you’re so gorgeous—scared I’ll come too soon just hearing you…feeling you, you feel incredible…don’ wanna hurt you, what else feels good? Wanna get you off, listen to you—tell me what you like.”

It’s not a question as he releases his hair to slide a hand down over Finnick’s ass—supporting his weight and yeah, copping a feel as he strokes him, still slow but a little firmer.

“Give you the fucking moon if it’ll make you come, you just gotta ask for it.”