John is clearly losing himself again, and Finnick hasn't even started fucking him yet. It never seems to take much, with John; a few well-placed touches and gentle words turn him to putty. It's a power he needs to wield carefully, but very fun to watch John unravel in Finnick's capable hands.

Finnick takes that wandering hand gently in his own free one, interlacing their fingers and kissing John's knuckles. He shifts his other arm to get a better angle and start fucking John with his two fingers, pressing in as he gears backward.

"I won't stop. You want more, baby? Are you ready to take me?"

He could take his time and add a third finger, but John seems relaxed and eager enough that he should be able to take it without issue. Just a bit more lube. Still, he will wait for full permission.