That kiss does a lot to sweep away his worries, and one turns to two turns to John pressing Finnick back against the wall again so he can seal himself against that beautiful body, feel all that warm, flawless skin sliding against his...
He's aware of that unnatural perfection. John's fingers find and linger over that scar on his forearm because--because it reminds him that this is real. Finnick is real, that this is happening and this good thing is actually happening to him.
For one second, he wants to take. To ignore what Finnick wants, to pull him into bed and spend all the time he wants memorizing every inch. The taste of skin, the touches that make him cry out, learn how to bring him pleasure not through instruction but through Finnick's voice, begging for more of everything that feels good. But the way he asked John to fuck him against the wall, that was almost the same, and if this is good for him...
John guides Finnick's hands over his head, not to pin, but to swipe that lube he produced, and to trail his fingers over Finnick's arm to feel that fresh scar tissue again while he kisses and nips at Finnick's throat.
...and this is where he falters, just a little, because...well, not everything is wholly obvious to his lack of experience, mechanically speaking.
"Wanna kiss you while I fuck you." he breathes against Finnick's skin. "Can I?...comfortably?..."
John's sensual attack on Finnick's throat and collarbone pauses as his cheeks burn, and he just hides his face against him for a moment in minor embarrassment.
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He's aware of that unnatural perfection. John's fingers find and linger over that scar on his forearm because--because it reminds him that this is real. Finnick is real, that this is happening and this good thing is actually happening to him.
For one second, he wants to take. To ignore what Finnick wants, to pull him into bed and spend all the time he wants memorizing every inch. The taste of skin, the touches that make him cry out, learn how to bring him pleasure not through instruction but through Finnick's voice, begging for more of everything that feels good. But the way he asked John to fuck him against the wall, that was almost the same, and if this is good for him...
John guides Finnick's hands over his head, not to pin, but to swipe that lube he produced, and to trail his fingers over Finnick's arm to feel that fresh scar tissue again while he kisses and nips at Finnick's throat.
...and this is where he falters, just a little, because...well, not everything is wholly obvious to his lack of experience, mechanically speaking.
"Wanna kiss you while I fuck you." he breathes against Finnick's skin. "Can I?...comfortably?..."
John's sensual attack on Finnick's throat and collarbone pauses as his cheeks burn, and he just hides his face against him for a moment in minor embarrassment.