The soft praise in his ear threatens to steal that tiny fragment of reason John has regained--and succeeds, voluntarily this time. No coaxing needed, not when giving himself to Finnick like this, giving him all of the control is so...freeing. And to be seen as something as pure as being sweet...

John presses his face to Finnick's neck for a second, where he might be able to feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and can definitely feel the giddy smile curling against his skin.

He's slow to realize, as Finnick's touching him, as the physical arousal keeps tearing little moans and growls from him, that Finnick is deliberately teasing him. He wants to come, needs to come, feels everything so intensely, and yet it feels distant at the same time. He's just sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into need and pleasure and this simple perfect joy of possession that he almost forgets there's more...until he realizes Finnick is teasing him.

John opens his mouth to say...something, he doesn't know what, when Finnick's tongue brushes one of the bruises forming on his neck with a delicious ache that makes him shiver. Appraising them, and him, like John's his prized possession, and that makes John press closer even as he melts into Finnick at the same time with a groan.

"Fuck--feels good, so good...all yours..."

He looks into Finnick's face with hazy eyes gone black with desire.

"...wanna kiss you. Please? Please, can I kiss you?...please, Fin..."