Finnick certainly isn't far off from love either. Being with John makes it feel like nothing else in the world exists, no troubles. It feels blissful and sweet and right. When you come from a cruel world, you have to hold onto things like that, to people like that.

His own arousal is still very much there, a simmering heat that spikes a little as John kisses him. He returns the kiss with the fervor of his unquenched desire.

"... Wanting more of me in charge?" He asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm happy to fuck you, darling," he murmurs, a hand rubbing the curve of John's back in a slow caress. "Is there a position you'd like best?" John... Maybe still doesn't have much experience with men, but Finnick still thinks he might have some ideas.