"Ahh..." He exhales a shuddering sigh as John wraps his soft, warm lips around Finnick's aching cock. It feels divine...
And before long there's lube in his hand, and John is on top of him, and his bite feels so achingly sweet, making Finnick squirm slightly. It's as sweet as John and that request and that little blush. God, he could just eat him right up. How can anyone not love John?
"Yes, love, I--" he's cut off by the let you watch, and exhales a small laugh. "Never fails to surprise me, the dirty things that come out of that sweet mouth," he purrs as he generously lubricates his fingers.
He reaches around, gently grabbing John's ass with his clean hand and sliding the lubed fingers into the cleft.
"Just relax for me, alright? It won't hurt, but you have to breathe deeply and not clench. I find kissing helps me relax my muscles, if you like." His clean hand moves up and down John's muscled side, to soothe any nerves.
Once John seems ready, Finnick's middle finger finds his hole, carefully but with precision, like he knew beforehand exactly where it would be. He works his fingertip into John, looking up at him to watch his reactions as he presses gently against the sphincter where all those delicious nerves are.
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And before long there's lube in his hand, and John is on top of him, and his bite feels so achingly sweet, making Finnick squirm slightly. It's as sweet as John and that request and that little blush. God, he could just eat him right up. How can anyone not love John?
"Yes, love, I--" he's cut off by the let you watch, and exhales a small laugh. "Never fails to surprise me, the dirty things that come out of that sweet mouth," he purrs as he generously lubricates his fingers.
He reaches around, gently grabbing John's ass with his clean hand and sliding the lubed fingers into the cleft.
"Just relax for me, alright? It won't hurt, but you have to breathe deeply and not clench. I find kissing helps me relax my muscles, if you like." His clean hand moves up and down John's muscled side, to soothe any nerves.
Once John seems ready, Finnick's middle finger finds his hole, carefully but with precision, like he knew beforehand exactly where it would be. He works his fingertip into John, looking up at him to watch his reactions as he presses gently against the sphincter where all those delicious nerves are.