Almost as soon as John begins to move, a huge wave of pleasure flows through Finnick, prompting a loud, open-mouthed moan, like he was caught off-guard. His breathing quickens somewhat, lust written in his expressions, his eyebrows pulling upward and creasing together.

"Ah..." He grips into John's hair again, raising his knees up higher, moaning gutturally as his eyes close. It's good, so good, and John is big enough that he's hitting all the right spots already, the only thing he needs is more. More movement, strength, speed. He knows John has that in him, definitely.

"Oh, fuck me," he cries as he throws his head back. "Harder, more, please."