"Yes, baby, kiss me," Finnick breathes, because he needs it too, and he can't tease much more, can't hold out much longer when John's pleading is driving him insane with dizzying lust. His own cock is still untouched, and it throbs with heat, but it's not his turn, not yet.

So his mouth crashes into John's without delay, wet tongues and lips mashing together with a moan as he lets some of his dominant restraint fall away. As they kiss, his hands continue working. One grabs a meaty handful of John's ass, the other wraps around his cock. He uses the grip on his ass to pull John's hips toward himself, rocking his cock into his own hand. He strokes him slowly, building more heat as he bites at John's lower lip, makes a meal of his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, overwhelmed by even the thought of John's impending orgasm, on the edge of losing his own control. He wants to hear John beg for it.