There's no room to think, barely room to feel--he can only exist as it happens again, and again, and again. There's nothing but that explosion of pleasure and heat and the husky voice in his ear, words he can't understand but that still register: safe, loved, protected.

He's not capable of preparing himself for anything like this, he could never be ready, never understand that something like this could happen to him--John Rambo's entire life has been about learning to live with pain.

Pleasure is so alien, it's enough to destroy him.

"...please...Fin, please, Fin, please, Fin...Fin...Fin..."

Soon Finnick's name is the only word he has left, especially when he bites John and that glorious sting of pain just makes him melt. Most of the tension drains from his body as his head falls back, the arms locked around Finnick all that's left as he's assaulted by gentle, driving movement and one explosion of pleasure after another.

Just when he thinks he's finding his way to ride those crashing waves of ecstasy, Finnick wraps his fingers around John's cock and starts stroking him. It's too much, it's not enough, and he knows, he knows he won't last.

"Please...come with me." he manages to get out, pressing a messy kiss to Finnick's mouth that's little more than a tangle of tongues and sharing breath as John tightens around him deliberately--and it feels so good he can't help but moan shamelessly into his mouth.

"Please, come with me, wanna come together, please, Fin...won't last, please, want you to come with me, baby, please--"