John just nods, less impatient and more just...sure. He trusts Finnick, he wants it so fucking bad, and he's not nervous anymore. He's been so careful with John, worked so hard to make sure he's comfortable and feeling good and that he does want it without being lost in his own head...
He's not lost now as he kisses Finnick back, deep and greedy. That golden fog is gone, he's present and he's safe and he feels so much, wants to feel Finnick just filling him up again and not just his fingers inside of John.
Then Finnick's pushing into him so carefully, so carefully--and John can't think at all.
It's new, strange, more than just his fingers. It's that same slow, sweet, working burn that isn't pain and teases just enough at pleasure to make him moan into Finnick's mouth, to clutch and claw at his back for more. It's slow torture of the best kind that has John growling and begging, breathless and incoherent, when Finnick fucking stops to let him adjust...and then he's inside of him, John can just feel him everywhere, and it's...
The eyes that meet Finnick's are black with passion, hazy with pleasure, but they look straight into him as John tries to catch his breath through the way his body is singing with this new, wonderful feeling.
Reaching up, he buries his fingers in Finnick's hair and drags him in for a messy, desperate kiss.
"Make love to me." he whispers against his mouth, shifting his hips a little to feel more of him--and his eyes flutter shut with a moan as electricity sets all of his nerves on fire while he tightens his muscles around Finnick, like he can somehow take him deeper into him that way.
no subject
He's not lost now as he kisses Finnick back, deep and greedy. That golden fog is gone, he's present and he's safe and he feels so much, wants to feel Finnick just filling him up again and not just his fingers inside of John.
Then Finnick's pushing into him so carefully, so carefully--and John can't think at all.
It's new, strange, more than just his fingers. It's that same slow, sweet, working burn that isn't pain and teases just enough at pleasure to make him moan into Finnick's mouth, to clutch and claw at his back for more. It's slow torture of the best kind that has John growling and begging, breathless and incoherent, when Finnick fucking stops to let him adjust...and then he's inside of him, John can just feel him everywhere, and it's...
The eyes that meet Finnick's are black with passion, hazy with pleasure, but they look straight into him as John tries to catch his breath through the way his body is singing with this new, wonderful feeling.
Reaching up, he buries his fingers in Finnick's hair and drags him in for a messy, desperate kiss.
"Make love to me." he whispers against his mouth, shifting his hips a little to feel more of him--and his eyes flutter shut with a moan as electricity sets all of his nerves on fire while he tightens his muscles around Finnick, like he can somehow take him deeper into him that way.