“Got me.” He breathes against Finnick’s mouth, heat sizzling through his veins at the quiet begging. “M’ here, always, I got you…”
It’s a strange yet thrilling feeling, head still a little soft and thoughts a little simple while parts of his mind are lighting back up, hearing Finnick beg like that. Not just horny and desperate, but needing him.
Once John gets Finnick’s pants undone, rather than pull away completely John starts to kiss and bite his way down his body. He traces some of those scars with his tongue, rakes his teeth over the edges, nips sharply at them to leave his own marks over them—because even the wounded parts of Finnick are parts John wants.
Mine.
The thought pulses through him like love, like lust as he tugs Finnick’s pants down over his hips and off his legs, eyes taking his fully nude body in as he finishes stripping him—including that beautiful cock.
It’s more than John can resist, having been with Halsin and imagining Finnick flooding all of his senses, and fuck there’s a chance John might be able to get it up again before he even gets Finnick’s cock inside him.
Moving back up, John can’t resist taking Finnick into his hand for a moment, giving him a couple of slow, firm strokes—then watching him, bends to swipe his tongue across the head of Finnick’s cock.
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It’s a strange yet thrilling feeling, head still a little soft and thoughts a little simple while parts of his mind are lighting back up, hearing Finnick beg like that. Not just horny and desperate, but needing him.
Once John gets Finnick’s pants undone, rather than pull away completely John starts to kiss and bite his way down his body. He traces some of those scars with his tongue, rakes his teeth over the edges, nips sharply at them to leave his own marks over them—because even the wounded parts of Finnick are parts John wants.
Mine.
The thought pulses through him like love, like lust as he tugs Finnick’s pants down over his hips and off his legs, eyes taking his fully nude body in as he finishes stripping him—including that beautiful cock.
It’s more than John can resist, having been with Halsin and imagining Finnick flooding all of his senses, and fuck there’s a chance John might be able to get it up again before he even gets Finnick’s cock inside him.
Moving back up, John can’t resist taking Finnick into his hand for a moment, giving him a couple of slow, firm strokes—then watching him, bends to swipe his tongue across the head of Finnick’s cock.