It ends up being more nerve-wracking than he expected, watching John take in his body, his eyes and fingers catching on every scar. Finnick is used to being 'perfect.' That's what makes him desirable, right? No, it isn't, but that's what you end up subconsciously believing in a superficial place like the Capitol. He also doesn't want the scars to upset John, or make him ask questions Finnick isn't prepared to answer. At least, not right now when they're in bed.

But he doesn't ask, and when John says he's beautiful, Finnick exhales a breath he didn't notice he was holding, his nervous expression relaxing. As they kiss, he pulls himself close to John again, and their skin brushing together feels amazing, not just physically but emotionally too. Finnick had been desensitized to his own nudity for a long time, but in this moment it takes on a new meaning, to lay bare with physical flaws exposed and have them accepted completely.

He exhales a small sound of need, his hips bucking forward as he lets go of his restraint more, moving into John's touch.

"Please," he whispers softly, between hungry kisses. "Need you..."