TDM #5

[calderaevents]

ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU

FLAMEFRUIT SANGRIA a deep red wine based punch with chunks of softly glowing fruit floating in it. A single serving makes you feel relaxed, social, and maybe even a little flirty.

MOLTEN MEAD Though the thick drink itself is room temperature, it bubbles sluggishly, and feels very warm going down. The bold flavor affects your mood. You feel very bold! Like you could do anything!

BESALT BRANDY a hopefully staple drink for the brewery, this liquor is smooth and rich with a peppery bite. Ironically after consuming it, you kinda want to bite someone! Not hard! Just a little nip and nibble!

THAT ASHY ESPRESSO a single potent shot of dark espresso swirled with a gold-tinged cream. Intense and bitter with a hint of caramelized sugar. You are now very awake, hyper, and excited.

PYROCLAST'S WHISKEYa glossy black whiskey that turns a vibrant glowing orange when swirled. You now breathe fire.

EMBERMARK WINE a rich, velvety, spiced wine that immediately makes one feel mellow and calm.

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”

You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.

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Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

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If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

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If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

IGNACIA'S CRADLE/EMBER VEIL

Months ago, a piece of land from Heaven’s Bow fell from the sky and scarred the land below, damaging a part of the city. From that chaos and ruin rose new life, a new ruler, and a new city: Ignacia’s Cradle. Just a short walk from the edge of Grey Ward, the gates of the city are guarded by two massive obsidian golems, and any who did not rise from the lava itself are warned at the entrance that to travel about the city will be most difficult, unless they have obtained a way to mitigate the extreme heat: be that with a charm, an ability, or a potion. The very streets themselves are paved in slabs of volcanic rock, tall spires of buildings constructed and shaped by rapidly cooled lava. The main method of travel are the mine carts, with tracks that wind through the spires ready to take one to almost any location.

Currently, the main feature of Ignacia’s Cradle is the Lava Flats, home of skilled smiths that use the extreme heat of the lava to melt the strongest metals and create unbreakable weapons, glassmakers and jewelers who fashion elaborate headpieces, rings, and amulets. These items are sold at the Ember Market on the outskirts of the Flats.

At the edge of the city lies the Ashfall Terrace, where a small farm using the rich volcanic ash and soil is in its infancy, as well as the Basalt Brewery where clever alchemists are researching ways to use the extreme heat to craft new and unique beverages that they are eager to find folk to test them out on.

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The hot spring of Ignacia’s Cradle is a breathtaking anomaly located just beyond the Ashfall Terrace, tucked into a secluded crater formed by the celestial impact that gave rise to the city. Here, molten veins from the Lava Flats weave beneath the earth, heating a natural reservoir that bubbled to life amidst the chaos. The spring’s waters shimmer with an ethereal brilliance, hues of deep turquoise blending with molten gold and fiery orange, as though Heaven’s Bow itself left behind a fragment of its essence. Steam rises in curling wisps, carrying the tang of minerals and faint traces of sulfur.

The spring, known to locals as The Ember Veil, is both a sanctuary and a marvel of natural wonder. Its soothing waters are reputed to heal wounds and fortify the spirit, with the temperature kept in perfect balance by an intricate system of naturally formed vents and channels. The edges are lined with intricately carved obsidian benches, where patrons can soak their feet or meditate in the rising steam. Plants resistant to the intense conditions—vivid fire lilies and ash ferns—dot the perimeter, their resilience a symbol of life’s ability to flourish even in the harshest environments.

Sometimes, when two or more individuals share the waters, the spring creates a subtle connection between their minds, allowing memories to surface like ripples on its surface. These shared memories appear as glowing, translucent scenes that hover above the water, visible to all within the spring. Participants can relive moments from their lives, experiencing them through each other’s eyes, fostering profound empathy and understanding.

Another of the spring’s mystical properties occurs when bathers who enter the waters feeling drained, injured, or burdened by grief often find their vitality restored. The waters seem to draw out negative energies and emotions, replacing them with a warm, invigorating sensation that spreads through the body. In rare instances, the spring has been known to accelerate physical healing, mending minor injuries and soothing chronic aches, as though the magic itself is stitching the body back together.

A lesser-known but equally fascinating effect happens on particularly clear nights, when the moonlight reflects on the spring’s surface, some bathers report fleeting glimpses of potential futures. These visions are often cryptic, appearing as brief, dream-like flashes, but they have guided many to life-changing decisions. The alchemists of the Basalt Brewery believe this effect stems from residual cosmic energy, and they have begun experimenting with enhancing it through the addition of rare minerals and lunar elixirs.

RADIANT SUN

The day begins like no other, with the skies painted in hues of golden-pink as the Radiant Sun ascends. Its light spills over the world, warm and soft, caressing the land and filling every heart with a sense of peace. Beneath its glow, emotions of love and connection bloom like never before. Strangers exchange heartfelt smiles, old friends embrace as though no time has passed, and lovers find their feelings deepened, their bonds strengthened.

Even the air feels different—lighter, sweeter, as though the universe itself is celebrating. The songs of birds harmonize with the melodies of impromptu musicians who feel inspired by the sun’s radiance. Those with magical abilities sense their powers of healing and creation magnified, as if the sun itself lends its strength to their intentions. Long-held grudges seem to melt away under the sun’s tender gaze, replaced by tears of reconciliation and words of forgiveness.

The Radiant Sun touches every heart differently:

◾A widow finds peace as memories of her late spouse no longer bring sorrow but gratitude for the love they shared.
◾A timid youth finds the courage to confess their feelings to the person they’ve admired for so long.
◾A gruff warrior lets down their guard, laughing freely with their companions for the first time in years.

For a fleeting moment, the world feels as it should be—unified, harmonious, and drenched in love.

But as the day wanes and the Radiant Sun dips below the horizon, an unease begins to settle...

JEALOUS MOON

The golden light gives way to deep purples and silvers as the Jealous Moon rises, its glow pale and cold. Its light pierces the heart, not to warm it, but to expose the insecurities that lie buried within. Where love had flourished during the day, doubt begins to creep in.

Under the Jealous Moon’s influence, emotions twist and darken:

◾A once-reconciled pair of siblings argue over old grievances, as jealousy over perceived favoritism resurfaces.
◾A couple, who had spent the day lost in each other’s arms, now question each other’s loyalty and intentions.
◾A nobleman, inspired to be generous during the day, grows suspicious of those who received his gifts, fearing they may exploit his kindness.

The air grows heavy with tension, and the magic of the Radiant Sun fades, replaced by the sharp sting of distrust. The moon’s pale light seems to follow people like a judgmental gaze, amplifying every fear, insecurity, and lingering resentment.

Worse still, the night seems endless, as though time itself has bent beneath the weight of the Jealous Moon’s envious glow. For three long days and nights, the moon lingers high in the sky, its pale, piercing light casting a shadow over hearts and minds, amplifying discord and despair. Its power sows strife among even the closest bonds, driving some to dangerous extremes. Yet, when all seems lost, the scholars of the three factions unite their wisdom and uncover a glimmer of hope—a means to dispel the moon’s cruel influence. For those who have not yet succumbed to jealousy’s grip, there remains a chance to reclaim harmony, a chance for redemption before the damage becomes irreversible.

The solution lies not in complex rituals or rare relics but in the simplest and most instinctive actions: physical connection. To weaken the moon’s hold, people must embrace one another—offering a hug, a handshake, or even resting a hand on someone’s shoulder. These gestures of closeness disrupt the isolation and mistrust that the moon thrives upon. Sitting side by side or holding hands creates a barrier against its oppressive light, reminding the afflicted that they are not alone. Even small acts, like sharing warmth through proximity or clasping arms in solidarity, build a shield of connection that the moon cannot penetrate.

As these actions ripple through the night, the Jealous Moon’s light begins to dim, its sharp, cold glow softening until it fades from the sky entirely. The tension in the air lifts, replaced by a quiet calm that feels almost foreign after the chaos of the past three days. Slowly, the world seems to exhale, and the darkness that clung so tightly to the hearts of many begins to loosen its grip. People step back from the brink of despair, their minds clearing as if waking from a long, disorienting dream. Relationships strained by the moon’s influence begin to mend as apologies are exchanged, tears are shed, and bonds are reaffirmed.

ALL IS WELL(?)

With the Radiant Sun rising again, its golden-pink hues spilling across the horizon, life begins to return to normal. The birds resume their morning songs, markets reopen, and the hum of daily activity fills the air once more. Though traces of the moon’s influence linger in whispered memories, there is a collective sense of relief and gratitude among the people—gratitude for the light, for connection, and for a second chance to heal.

In the outskirts of Ignacia's Cradle, Aella and Terra, two of the three leaders of the factions, come together to address the gathered crowds. Together they assure the people that this celestial event was a rare anomaly, something never before recorded in the annals of history. They explain that while the Jealous Moon’s influence was unprecedented and deeply unsettling, it was a unique alignment of cosmic forces that is unlikely to occur again in their lifetimes—or ever.

The leaders thank the people for their resilience and compassion, emphasizing how their acts of unity—simple gestures of closeness and connection—proved stronger than the moon’s envy. They commend the scholars for their quick thinking and the Visitors for their role in guiding others through the chaos. Finally, they urge everyone to move forward, not in fear of what has passed, but with the knowledge that even in the darkest moments, their strength lies in the bonds they share.

QUESTBOARD

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.

*February will be the last month to complete quests for this rotation. New ones will go up on March 1st.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Caldera's fifth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored! Ignacia's Cradle and Ember Veil have been added, along with details about the Violet Drop regarding the Cult of Triton.

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

Participation in the Radiant Sun/Jealous Moon effects is not mandatory.

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[theydrewfirstblood]

John's whole face lights up like the sun as Finnick moves to stretch out beside him--he just wanted to be able to put his hands in his hair, feel and touch and lose himself further. The act of obeying just feels so good, letting go of control and taking orders without fear of what those orders will be...knowing he can just stop thinking and do what he's told, and it will be good for both of them. That he can ask for permission, and even if Finnick says 'no,' it will still lead somewhere wonderful.

Finnick won't ask him to do more than this: be with him, be for him, and it's frighteningly easy to get lost in that.

Realizing what this might be for Finnick, what a question like that might mean, sort of wakes John up a little in a really nice way. He can feel that pleasure with more intention, and as he reaches up to just bury his fingers in Finnick's hair he obeys to the letter.

He lets his hands move down over the sides of his face, his neck, his chest. He rolls to the side and presses his cheek to Finnick's, shoves his hands under his shirt to trace the muscles of his back and slide over his belly. He curls a hand down over his clothed ass, firm sweeps of his hand just to memorize those planes and curves.

Doesn't kiss. Doesn't taste...just touches, feels, sinks even deeper into that heightened sensory experience that comes with letting go of everything, punctuated with softer moans and happy sighs as he just lets himself explore his beloved's lover's body without any more expectation than doing as he's told.

[odare]

That smile is wonderful, as is the way John chooses to touch Finnick. Not grabbing or kissing or biting or taking. Just feeling him, getting closer, more intimate. The hands in his hair make Finnick melt, his eyes closing as he allows John to explore him. It's sort of like a sensual hug, soft and sweet, and Finnick exhales some contented sighs as he wraps his arms around John and presses soft kisses to his neck.

"Good boy..." He whispers on an exhale in John's ear. "So sweet..."

Finnick considers taking his long-sleeved shirt off, but he's been forced to undress so many times before that staying clothed actually feels nice. Empowering. Finnick knows he won't, but even if John wanted or tried to grab at his genitals, or ogle him, he can't really. It's up to Finnick how exposed he is, and what touches he receives. In this scenario, being withholding is allowed, might even amp up the tension and pleasure for John, as opposed to being a big no-no in his previous line of work. That's freeing, that feels good.

Finnick's hand moves down again to John's bare hip, his fingertips teasing there lightly. They drift up to John's muscled abdomen, back down to his inner thigh, but still don't touch his cock yet. He moves back slightly to examine John's neck.

"Nice and marked up..."

His tongue laps gently at the spots that are probably a bit sore now.

[theydrewfirstblood]

The soft praise in his ear threatens to steal that tiny fragment of reason John has regained--and succeeds, voluntarily this time. No coaxing needed, not when giving himself to Finnick like this, giving him all of the control is so...freeing. And to be seen as something as pure as being sweet...

John presses his face to Finnick's neck for a second, where he might be able to feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and can definitely feel the giddy smile curling against his skin.

He's slow to realize, as Finnick's touching him, as the physical arousal keeps tearing little moans and growls from him, that Finnick is deliberately teasing him. He wants to come, needs to come, feels everything so intensely, and yet it feels distant at the same time. He's just sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into need and pleasure and this simple perfect joy of possession that he almost forgets there's more...until he realizes Finnick is teasing him.

John opens his mouth to say...something, he doesn't know what, when Finnick's tongue brushes one of the bruises forming on his neck with a delicious ache that makes him shiver. Appraising them, and him, like John's his prized possession, and that makes John press closer even as he melts into Finnick at the same time with a groan.

"Fuck--feels good, so good...all yours..."

He looks into Finnick's face with hazy eyes gone black with desire.

"...wanna kiss you. Please? Please, can I kiss you?...please, Fin..."

[odare]

"Yes, baby, kiss me," Finnick breathes, because he needs it too, and he can't tease much more, can't hold out much longer when John's pleading is driving him insane with dizzying lust. His own cock is still untouched, and it throbs with heat, but it's not his turn, not yet.

So his mouth crashes into John's without delay, wet tongues and lips mashing together with a moan as he lets some of his dominant restraint fall away. As they kiss, his hands continue working. One grabs a meaty handful of John's ass, the other wraps around his cock. He uses the grip on his ass to pull John's hips toward himself, rocking his cock into his own hand. He strokes him slowly, building more heat as he bites at John's lower lip, makes a meal of his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, overwhelmed by even the thought of John's impending orgasm, on the edge of losing his own control. He wants to hear John beg for it.

[theydrewfirstblood]

John falls into the kiss with that breathy hum—and it’s that, along with Finnick’s fingers wrapping around his cock, digging into his ass to drag him closer, that drag him to the point of breaking. He has to cling to Finnick, arms around his shoulders and nails digging into flesh through his clothes to keep himself from shattering right there. It would be so easy, breathing Finnick’s air and feeling him move to rock against his own hand as he strokes John slowly, so slowly…

But he can’t. No, he could—but he doesn’t want to. Asking to touch made Finnick so happy, asking for a kiss has him fucking devouring John like he’s starving…he’s given himself over to Finnick completely and he wants to keep giving.

“Please…please, Fin—Fin, please, wanna come for you, please…wanna come for you, just for you…for you, please, please let me come for you…”

[odare]

John tenses, grips his shoulders, and Finnick knows he's right at the edge. This is a precipice of power and control; he could still deny John his orgasm, even now. Leave him a whimpering puddle.

But that feels cruel. He wants John to feel good, he wants it so much he thinks he might burst himself, soon.

"Come for me, baby." His voice comes low and husky, thick and urgent, a hungry growl. His grip tightens around John's cock and his pace increases, working the length expertly in his hand, giving it his all to ensure John's peak is glorious.

[theydrewfirstblood]

John stops holding back then, pressing his forehead into Finnick’s as he shamelessly thrusts into that perfect grip. Heat and pressure and those beautiful callused fingers moving over him fast and deliberate as the pleasure tightens in his belly…

…and for a second it’s like his body isn’t listening, has forgotten how to stop holding back that release he wants so badly. He does whine then, not a true whimper but so much higher than that breathy hum—but something happens, Finnick’s breath on his face and the right twist of his wrist and the way his body feels under John’s hands.

He reaches the edge, he falls over it—and he quits thinking altogether.

For a long time there’s nothing but pleasure. He’s moaning and crying out Finnick’s name, nails raking his back over his shirt, shuddering and fucking Finnick’s fist for what feels like forever. When he does start to come down, he finds his face pressed to Finnick’s neck where he’s been mindlessly nipping and worrying at a patch of skin just above the collar of his shirt in between lapping at the spot just to taste his skin.

“…holy shit.” he laughs softly, drawing back to kiss him. “Mmmm…”

Love you.

He keeps kissing Finnick so the words don’t fall out of his mouth too soon.

[odare]

That small noise John makes right before he comes is one of the most beautiful and affecting sounds he's ever heard, a culmination of vulnerability and desperate pleasure, a sound he's honoured he can even draw out of a hardened army man like John.

Finnick watches John come, and it's even more beautiful- eyes closed, he's gone, somewhere else entirely. The cry of Finnick's name prickles sweat on the back of his neck and makes his gut twist. The curves of his sinewy muscle writhe beneath sweat-beaded skin as he grasps blindly for something, anything, and finds Finnick, holding him close and secure, ensuring he gets every last drop of the pleasure he deserves, until he's totally spent. It's long and drawn, and gives Finnick a deep sense of satisfaction, of gratification, even with his own cock still untouched.

As he comes down, he cradles John in his arms, petting his hair. Finnick laughs in return, kissing him deeply.

"Sweet man," he murmurs when their lips part, his thumb stroking John's cheekbone, meeting those soft brown eyes. "So beautiful."

[theydrewfirstblood]

John’s mount curves into a smile of pure pleasure against Finnick’s mouth. He can feel himself flushing with delight, warm and loose and just…happy. He’s so fucking happy with little raw spots aching across his body where he’ll wear Finnick’s marks for days, Finnick’s arms around him, Finnick calling him sweet and beautiful…

…and John loves him. He’s still half buried in that haze of simple, obedient joy but he knows that feeling won’t go away when his head clears. It’s too deep, too pure, and it’s too fucking soon—and John loves him.

Proving that he’s still not fully clear headed again, he’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realize he’s been nuzzling Finnick’s palm where he’s touching John’s face until he decides on something.

Because he’s pressed close, and he wants to ne closer, wants to feel Finnick fall apart, too…and even though he’s not going to be able to get it up again for a little bit, there’s a new ache for more that has him kissing Finnick again.

“…is fucking me something you’d like?” He asks softly, shyly. “‘Cause I would. If you want to.”

[odare]

Finnick certainly isn't far off from love either. Being with John makes it feel like nothing else in the world exists, no troubles. It feels blissful and sweet and right. When you come from a cruel world, you have to hold onto things like that, to people like that.

His own arousal is still very much there, a simmering heat that spikes a little as John kisses him. He returns the kiss with the fervor of his unquenched desire.

"... Wanting more of me in charge?" He asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm happy to fuck you, darling," he murmurs, a hand rubbing the curve of John's back in a slow caress. "Is there a position you'd like best?" John... Maybe still doesn't have much experience with men, but Finnick still thinks he might have some ideas.

[theydrewfirstblood]

John shivers at that—because yeah, he does like this. Loves this, seeing Finnick realizing how it feels to have control. He’ll have to return the favor, make Finnick feel as good as John does now.

…but he’s not just looking for that, belonging to Finnick a little longer. The way Finnick is rubbing his back, the way he’s taking his time to talk when John can feel how fucking hard he is. He’s gotta be going crazy.

“Wanna feel you. Everywhere.” John admits, kissing him again. “Wanna be closer, I want—I wanna make love to you.”

…shit. It’s too soon for that. It’s way too soon for that…

cw scars, injections, implied hospitalization

[odare]

The kiss is hungry, again, lips locking deeply- Finnick can't help it. He can show restraint in all other ways but when John kisses him, he loses it a little, his body wanting more.

He then grins a little. Make love. It's cheesy, it's cute. And, well... It sounds really nice. Something slow and intimate feels fitting, based on the sweetness they've been building, not just tonight but in general. It would feel a bit out of place, tonight, to put John on his knees and fuck him from behind like an animal. Something more tender seems right.

"Okay. That sounds good," he says, connecting their gaze again before giving one more soft peck.

"Why don't you take my clothes off for me?" He asks softly.

Finnick hasn't had sex since he returned from Panem, and he's also been pretty covered up lately, what with it being winter. John may have, by now, seen the burn scars on the back of Finnick's right hand and knuckles, still new and not yet faded from the volcano incident. If John takes off Finnick's shirt, he'll find a much larger scar on his shoulder and part of his chest, matching in newness, and seeming more severe.

In addition to those, the Capitol no longer had control of him for much of his recent stint in Panem, so he kept all of those scars. There are small, irregular circles, strange little splotches on his neck, arms, legs, and hands, almost like acne or chicken pox scars, but not quite. They're faded. He also has some tiny scars on his arms and neck, which seem to be from injections, either haphazard or planned. Other than that, a slash mark here or there- his body is no longer unnervingly perfect. He's still getting used to that, but overall, he's relieved for it. He knows John will treat it all with compassion and care, so he isn't too worried about showing it all.

cw: references to torture

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John beams at that, gently pushing Finnick just far enough away to be able to peel off his shirt. He takes his time, having felt some of those scars earlier…

…and as he lays Finnick bare, seeing those scars…

He knows enough to understand that no body can escape life on the sea without a mark. He knows Finnick is from a world not like his own, one where scars and imperfections can be more or less erased. That Finnick carries these is a form of victory for him, but knowing he suffered? That he was sick or injured, that makes his heart ache.

The burns he can surmise belong to the volcano, he’s seen the ones on his hand enough, but the rest he gives credit to Snow—and continues to plan his murder.

John has to pause there for a moment, just look his fill as his fingers map every pock mark and slash, every puncture, every line of the burns. Those, especially, as he remembers his own knife being used against him, white hot blade leaving the line of scar tissue at the edge of his left eye socket and down towards his cheekbone.

“…Jesus, you’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you.” He finally sighs, darting back in to kiss Finnick, hard and hungry, hands finally smoothing over his hips and belly before moving down to start working his pants open.

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It ends up being more nerve-wracking than he expected, watching John take in his body, his eyes and fingers catching on every scar. Finnick is used to being 'perfect.' That's what makes him desirable, right? No, it isn't, but that's what you end up subconsciously believing in a superficial place like the Capitol. He also doesn't want the scars to upset John, or make him ask questions Finnick isn't prepared to answer. At least, not right now when they're in bed.

But he doesn't ask, and when John says he's beautiful, Finnick exhales a breath he didn't notice he was holding, his nervous expression relaxing. As they kiss, he pulls himself close to John again, and their skin brushing together feels amazing, not just physically but emotionally too. Finnick had been desensitized to his own nudity for a long time, but in this moment it takes on a new meaning, to lay bare with physical flaws exposed and have them accepted completely.

He exhales a small sound of need, his hips bucking forward as he lets go of his restraint more, moving into John's touch.

"Please," he whispers softly, between hungry kisses. "Need you..."

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“Got me.” He breathes against Finnick’s mouth, heat sizzling through his veins at the quiet begging. “M’ here, always, I got you…”

It’s a strange yet thrilling feeling, head still a little soft and thoughts a little simple while parts of his mind are lighting back up, hearing Finnick beg like that. Not just horny and desperate, but needing him.

Once John gets Finnick’s pants undone, rather than pull away completely John starts to kiss and bite his way down his body. He traces some of those scars with his tongue, rakes his teeth over the edges, nips sharply at them to leave his own marks over them—because even the wounded parts of Finnick are parts John wants.

Mine.

The thought pulses through him like love, like lust as he tugs Finnick’s pants down over his hips and off his legs, eyes taking his fully nude body in as he finishes stripping him—including that beautiful cock.

It’s more than John can resist, having been with Halsin and imagining Finnick flooding all of his senses, and fuck there’s a chance John might be able to get it up again before he even gets Finnick’s cock inside him.

Moving back up, John can’t resist taking Finnick into his hand for a moment, giving him a couple of slow, firm strokes—then watching him, bends to swipe his tongue across the head of Finnick’s cock.

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"Mmh," Finnick whimpers quietly at those sweet assurances, cradling the back of John's head and neck in his hands.

He sighs and gasps, his breath shaky as John's hands and mouth pore over him, attending to all the little imperfections that now tell his story. Or, at least, part of it.

He's stripped bare and breathless as he looks up at John with anticipation. The foreplay of making his partner come is always the biggest turn-on for him, or it is when that partner is someone he truly cares for. That is to say he's more than ready; the length John takes in hand is rock hard and dripping. Finnick gives another flustered exhale, gripping the sheets as John teases the tip.

"Oh, John... Please..." He murmurs quietly. He doesn't know what he's begging for, and he doesn't care. Anything John has to give is what he wants.

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God, this is beautiful—Finnick genuinely coming apart, safe and cared for and coming to pieces, begging for anything just because John is touching him, tasting him. He’s hard and dripping, and the taste of him is on his tongue, his scent in John’s lungs…

He moans as he bends his head to run his tongue along the underside of Finnick’s cock, pauses to wrap his mouth around the tip and suck as he strokes him. He can’t resist, and fuck, it’s so good.

It’s too good, and he definitely wants Finnick to fuck him. John can blow him later. A few times.

With shaking hands, John rummages through the pockets of Finnick’s discarded pants to find the lube he’s sure is there—just like that first time. Straddling his waist, John bends to kiss him and slips the lube into his hand, wrapping his free one around Finnick’s cock to stroke him again while he leans in to bite and suck another bruise onto his neck.

“Help me?” He whispers, heat rising in his cheeks again. “Wanna feel what it’s like, maybe I can do it next time. Let you watch.”

And thinking about that, opening himself up with Finnick watching, thinking about Finnick inside him while he does it…

Yeah, recovery time is winding down for damn sure.

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"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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John grins and blushes, just as surprised by his own behavior—but it’s more than he can stand. The kind of pleasure Finnick gives him, the care and the warmth and the kindness…it’s nothing John has ever had much of, if any, and he has no defense against it.

It makes him want more, crave more, and…those little bits of filth just slip out in ways that make him burn for Finnick.

Like the anticipation of what’s coming. He takes his advice to heart, just resting his forehead against Finnick’s and shutting his eyes so he can breathe. Slow, deep, sharing Finnick’s air, feeling him close—

The feel of that new touch makes him shiver, but he controls his breathing and stays relaxed. The pressure tears a quiet sound out of him, more surprise than anything, but he stays close, stays relaxed.

Then he feels that fingertip press inside—and that new sensation, intense and strange and good makes his features twist with pleasure as he shivers and gasps, clutching at Finnick’s shoulder as he tries to stay relaxed. It’s hard though, it’s so hard to stay relaxed…

Not because it hurts or feels bad, but because he wants to press into it, tighten his muscles—try to feel that electric thrill of sensation again.

“Oh—oh, that’s…ohhhhhhh…”

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"Gooooood boy," Finnick murmurs, rubbing John's back, glad to feel him relaxed and not too nervous. The sounds, the clutching- it's such a turn-on to introduce John to a new sensation and feel his reactions. His own cock is still leaking onto his stomach with the deliciousness of this, the sense of anticipation, but he doesn't lose focus on his task for even a moment, pouring all his attention over John's movements and sounds.

As there's no hint of pain or reticence that he can tell, he continues, working his finger inside to the middle knuckle, twisting it gently to press on and smooth out the sphincter.

"So good for me... Another deep breath, love," he whispers, pulling out enough to add the tip of a second finger.

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John breathes in sharply at the words, not the sensations--he hasn't fully surfaced from that wonderful golden haze and it's easy to let it muffle the voice of reason again. That giddy joy makes the pleasure more intense, and the onslaught of new sensations keeps him from floating away too far into the golden fog. Keeps him present and as bound as he had been with Finnick pinning his hands to the bed.

He's focused on the way it feels, on obeying as he keeps breathing--and that sense of being unable to escape just makes him melt again, magnifies sensation, creating an endless loop that has him sagging into Finnick's chest, body loose and breathing shaky in between moans and gasps.

He's not even aware he's starting to press back into Finnick's touch until he adds a second finger--and it's intense but not painful, the sweet pleasureburnsting of a muscle lengthening under a full body stretch that goes on a little too long. John rocks back thoughtlessly to try and get more, hand drifting towards his nearly fully hard cock again and stopping abruptly to cling to Finnick again as he fights the urge to touch himself.

"Fuck--fuck, Fin, please--don't stop, please don't stop..."

He moans the words against Finnick's neck, mouthing and nipping at his throat just to taste his skin as he breathes through the stretch, torn between trying to be still and relaxed and just fucking himself on Finnick's fingers with wanton abandon.

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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.

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For a second the question doesn’t register. Finnick’s fingers are working in and out of him, he’s rocking back onto them, being fucked by his fingers and it feels so good he wonders if he could come like this…

The question finally sinks in as John realizes how badly he wants Finnick inside him—not just his fingers. He should probably give it more time, but Finnick is hard and dripping for him and John—fuck, he wants it so bad he can’t stand it.

So he nods as he kisses Finnick, thoughts hazy but orderly at least—not so far gone he forgets caution.

“Want you, please.” He breathes, rocking back onto his fingers one more time with a moan. “Just—lotta lube, go slow, ‘n s’ fine.”

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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?"

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Despite his assurance, Finnick keeps going--and it's wonderful, so good John can't be impatient about waiting or taking the time when he's trying to ride Finnick's fingers, and that delicious burn relaxes into more heat and pleasure. He feels like he's losing his mind in the best way possible, and that golden haze can't compete with the electric sensation of Finnick's touch. He feels, but he isn't lost this time. He knows exactly where he is in all that sensation, wants more, wants all.

He feels greedy and wild and when Finnick withdraws his fingers--yeah, that feeling is new and strange and not bad but not remotely fun, empty and longing for--

Finnick flipping him onto his back stops his thoughts dead, because having him covering John's body is a wonderful feeling...and being with someone who can take advantage to get the upper hand on him, physically, is debilitatingly hot.

The show Finnick puts on is appreciated, and as John watches him slick up his cock, stroking himself, he has a wild fantasy of pushing Finnick into that submissive headspace, instructing him to touch himself, to come exactly the way John tells him to come...

He's hooking his leg around Finnick's hip almost at the same time he's reaching for him, hands sliding up Finnick's chest and over his shoulders--body aching to feel him again with an anticipation that makes it hard not to move, to try and pull him closer. He wants, but even with his head rapidly clearing he likes this--taking what Finnick allows him, waiting and wanting and anticipating before he's finally bathed in new sensations and experiences that damn near blow the top of his head off.

"Yeah--need you." he breathes, winding his arms around Finnick's neck and trying to draw his knee up still higher. "Please, fuck I want you inside me so bad. Please."