Finnick holds John's hand as they ascend, and straddles him readily on the bed. His kisses are open mouthed and deep, venturing his tongue into John's mouth as he groans and grinds his hips hungrily against his partner.

"You like it?" Finnick asks with a breathless grin. He listens to John's rambling dirty talk, laughing a little under his breath at the reveal of this kink.

"Mm, how possessive. I like that. You can bite me, mark me, however you want. I'll wear it proudly. Everyone will know I'm yours, and you're mine." He purrs that last bit, leaning in to kiss John's neck again and suck a hickey into it.