"Mmh," Finnick whimpers quietly at those sweet assurances, cradling the back of John's head and neck in his hands.
He sighs and gasps, his breath shaky as John's hands and mouth pore over him, attending to all the little imperfections that now tell his story. Or, at least, part of it.
He's stripped bare and breathless as he looks up at John with anticipation. The foreplay of making his partner come is always the biggest turn-on for him, or it is when that partner is someone he truly cares for. That is to say he's more than ready; the length John takes in hand is rock hard and dripping. Finnick gives another flustered exhale, gripping the sheets as John teases the tip.
"Oh, John... Please..." He murmurs quietly. He doesn't know what he's begging for, and he doesn't care. Anything John has to give is what he wants.
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He sighs and gasps, his breath shaky as John's hands and mouth pore over him, attending to all the little imperfections that now tell his story. Or, at least, part of it.
He's stripped bare and breathless as he looks up at John with anticipation. The foreplay of making his partner come is always the biggest turn-on for him, or it is when that partner is someone he truly cares for. That is to say he's more than ready; the length John takes in hand is rock hard and dripping. Finnick gives another flustered exhale, gripping the sheets as John teases the tip.
"Oh, John... Please..." He murmurs quietly. He doesn't know what he's begging for, and he doesn't care. Anything John has to give is what he wants.