It is hard to think when the desire is so palpable, but Finnick feels his own judgment is sound. Still, he enters a third finger into the mix and works into John for a few more moments as he pleads and fucks himself on them. It's so goddamn hot, and Finnick knows the moment he enters John after so much buildup is going to be mindblowing.

"Of course," he breathes, and slowly removes his fingers. Then he takes John by the waist and flips both of them around, so that Finnick is on top and John is laying on his back on the bed. He finds the lube and straddles John's waist, just the way his partner had just done to him, but sitting up straight. He pours lube into his hand and begins stroking his own cock, moaning softly and closing his eyes, showing off a little.

He then manoeuvres himself between John's legs and grabs him by the back of his knee, lifting it gently toward his chest. Lining himself up to John's relaxed hole, he looks in his eyes.

"Ready?"