There's such an appeal to being held like this- being effectively trapped against the wall and railed into it, without John having to actually pin him, feels amazingly submissive. It's made all the better by John's big, strong, muscled body holding him there, supporting him with care and gentleness at the same time he's fucking him hard.

Finnick's moans crescendo loudly as John hits the right spot- hard, over and over. He's losing control of his mouth, and his limbs in turn are some mixture of writhing, squirming, and jelly.

While the begging is music to his ears, it's not at all necessary. Finnick is already near his peak, and as John wraps a big hand around his cock, he careens straight over and above it, like a roller coaster car that's come right off the track.

"Fuck, John, oh!" He cries out loudly, and veins bulge in his neck as he grips onto John desperately, cursing from the sheer, blinding euphoria.

His panting still comes out as soft moans as he comes down, his entire body tingling with warmth.