John falls into the kiss with that breathy hum—and it’s that, along with Finnick’s fingers wrapping around his cock, digging into his ass to drag him closer, that drag him to the point of breaking. He has to cling to Finnick, arms around his shoulders and nails digging into flesh through his clothes to keep himself from shattering right there. It would be so easy, breathing Finnick’s air and feeling him move to rock against his own hand as he strokes John slowly, so slowly…

But he can’t. No, he could—but he doesn’t want to. Asking to touch made Finnick so happy, asking for a kiss has him fucking devouring John like he’s starving…he’s given himself over to Finnick completely and he wants to keep giving.

“Please…please, Fin—Fin, please, wanna come for you, please…wanna come for you, just for you…for you, please, please let me come for you…”