John’s mount curves into a smile of pure pleasure against Finnick’s mouth. He can feel himself flushing with delight, warm and loose and just…happy. He’s so fucking happy with little raw spots aching across his body where he’ll wear Finnick’s marks for days, Finnick’s arms around him, Finnick calling him sweet and beautiful…
…and John loves him. He’s still half buried in that haze of simple, obedient joy but he knows that feeling won’t go away when his head clears. It’s too deep, too pure, and it’s too fucking soon—and John loves him.
Proving that he’s still not fully clear headed again, he’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realize he’s been nuzzling Finnick’s palm where he’s touching John’s face until he decides on something.
Because he’s pressed close, and he wants to ne closer, wants to feel Finnick fall apart, too…and even though he’s not going to be able to get it up again for a little bit, there’s a new ache for more that has him kissing Finnick again.
“…is fucking me something you’d like?” He asks softly, shyly. “‘Cause I would. If you want to.”
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…and John loves him. He’s still half buried in that haze of simple, obedient joy but he knows that feeling won’t go away when his head clears. It’s too deep, too pure, and it’s too fucking soon—and John loves him.
Proving that he’s still not fully clear headed again, he’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realize he’s been nuzzling Finnick’s palm where he’s touching John’s face until he decides on something.
Because he’s pressed close, and he wants to ne closer, wants to feel Finnick fall apart, too…and even though he’s not going to be able to get it up again for a little bit, there’s a new ache for more that has him kissing Finnick again.
“…is fucking me something you’d like?” He asks softly, shyly. “‘Cause I would. If you want to.”