That smile is wonderful, as is the way John chooses to touch Finnick. Not grabbing or kissing or biting or taking. Just feeling him, getting closer, more intimate. The hands in his hair make Finnick melt, his eyes closing as he allows John to explore him. It's sort of like a sensual hug, soft and sweet, and Finnick exhales some contented sighs as he wraps his arms around John and presses soft kisses to his neck.

"Good boy..." He whispers on an exhale in John's ear. "So sweet..."

Finnick considers taking his long-sleeved shirt off, but he's been forced to undress so many times before that staying clothed actually feels nice. Empowering. Finnick knows he won't, but even if John wanted or tried to grab at his genitals, or ogle him, he can't really. It's up to Finnick how exposed he is, and what touches he receives. In this scenario, being withholding is allowed, might even amp up the tension and pleasure for John, as opposed to being a big no-no in his previous line of work. That's freeing, that feels good.

Finnick's hand moves down again to John's bare hip, his fingertips teasing there lightly. They drift up to John's muscled abdomen, back down to his inner thigh, but still don't touch his cock yet. He moves back slightly to examine John's neck.

"Nice and marked up..."

His tongue laps gently at the spots that are probably a bit sore now.