As John comes, Finnick wraps himself all the way around him again, clinging like a koala. He pets the back of John's head sweetly, nuzzling against him. As they fall onto the bed, he closes his eyes, feeling blissful and safe- a very rare feeling. Like cuddling a giant teddy bear. Absently, he presses soft kisses to John's cheek and neck, still playing with his hair while curled on top of him.

At the claim John makes, Finnick has to laugh a little, quiet and soft.

"Look, I know I'm a good lay, but I think that's giving me entirely too much credit," he murmurs wryly.