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]

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."

[odare]

Finnick exhales hard, heat flaring again in his gut at that beautiful, adorable pleading. It takes everything in him not to plunge in immediately, but he forces restraint on himself once again. John's comfort and consent is more important than his own desire.

"Okay, remember to breathe, baby. Tell me, or tap me, if you need to slow down or stop."

Then he leans down to kiss John deeply, and guides himself forward, tip breaching into his hole. He makes himself go painstakingly slow, despite how deep he's craving more of that warm, tight pressure. He listens and looks closely for any sign of discomfort from John as he presses in further, stopping every so often to allow John's body to adjust, until he reaches the hilt. He exhales heavily again once inside, shuddering with the anticipation of movement, but still staying patient, looking to his partner.

[theydrewfirstblood]

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.

[odare]

John is clearly feeling anything but discomfort, and those moans and grabs and desperate pleas are driving Finnick to the brink of madness as he grasps at the frayed ends of his self-control. Finnick is breathing heavily now in a fight against his own arousal, his own desire to violently rail John into oblivion here and now. That's not what John wants in this moment, not what he needs.

John says, make love to me.

Click.

It's as though the words press a button, spurring an automatic roll of Finnick's hips. He kisses John, deep and messy, and lets out a long and low moan as his body undulates into his lover's. Each thrust is a gentle press into the bed, and one hand holds John's knee up while the other buries in his hair, cradling the back of his head and gripping just slightly.

It feels incredible. His cock he chose to neglect until this point is now awash with delicious pressure and heat. Ripples of pleasure emanate out from that point, filling his brain with pluming chemicals, ricochets of electricity.

"Oh my god," he moans, overwhelmed with the euphoria of it all.

CW: outdated societal & internalized homophobia

[theydrewfirstblood]

When Finnick finally, finally starts to move, John’s world shatters.

Everything is new—every sensation, every touch, every wave of pleasure is different and thrilling with Finnick fucking him, inside him, body caressing John from within. That tiny, distant, brain dead sliver of his psyche that had felt even a trace of shame or uncertainty about letting another man taking him like this dies as Finnick cradles him close and just fucking falls into him.

He’s as lost in John as John is in him, there’s no part of them that isn’t connected, and even barely coherent with passion Finnick is being so careful with him. Everything is movement and heat and feeling beyond the physical pleasure with John meeting every thrust as best he can, and John knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life kicking himself for letting his world, his father, deny him even a second of this ecstasy—

Then one of Finnick’s deep, slow, driving thrusts finds a spot inside of John he wasn’t fully aware was there, and John clings to Finnick with a hoarse cry against his lips as his nails dig into Finnick’s shoulders under a wave of pleasure so intense his vision nearly whites out.

“Fuck, fuck Jesus fuck please…more, please, Fin, please…”

[odare]

There's the spot.

The spot that John may not even know exists inside of him, or if he does, probably doesn't know how mindblowing it can be. And Finnick gets the privilege of showing him.

Finnick thrusts again, deeply, at the exact same angle as the one that caused that cry and string of pleading that continues to light his brain and body on fire. And again. And again. Hard and deep, but still slow and rhythmic.

He cradles John in his arms, knowing this next bit will be intense for him.

"I've got you, baby, I've got you," he breathes, burying his face into John's neck and moaning on heavy breaths. He's at the brink of overwhelm himself, so bites down on John's trap muscle, trying to ground himself, to keep from coming too soon. His hand finds John's cock and gently begins to work it in slow strokes.

[theydrewfirstblood]

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--"

[odare]

John is coming undone, and Finnick's name is the only thing his brain will produce, and there's something so deeply gratifying about that. Like John could not think of anything but Finnick if he tried, and vice versa.

Finnick is coming undone too, especially with these final pleas, and the tightening around his cock. He can't speak anymore, and only moans, loud and wordless, a pleasured wail. He can only manage a few more hard, deep thrusts and harder strokes of his shaft before he bottoms out in John, spilling inside him. His hand grips brown hair, eyes closed and face twisted in ecstasy as he breathes several more moans.

"Fuck..."