As John pulls him closer and holds him there, Finnick can't help but sink his teeth deeply into that meaty neck, moaning softly again as he does. The feeling of the pressure against his jaw and the flesh under his teeth is intoxicating, as though the drink has laid dormant in his blood and become activated by the biting.

Even more intoxicating is the lip bite and that growled tone John has, as he basically commands what will happen next. It's extremely attractive, the way he takes control, and Finnick becomes very pliable in his grasp, more than happy to be his impish little sub.

Finnick giggles again, almost like a hiccup, but the sound is full of thick lust.

"Lead the way, baby," he chirps, willing to be dragged upstairs, glued to John's side like a welcome parasite.