He laughed against Finnick's neck, gently scraping his teeth over a random patch of skin. When the other man's hand slid between his thighs, the demon moaned in response and rolled himself into his palm. "Yeah, I can pop it out whenever — or keep it hidden, if you ain't into spider dicks, I guess." It was pretty normal beyond the retraction, the pastel pink coloring, and the bit of fur on the sack. It's. Fine.

"Should be getting our clothes off anyway." He kissed under his jaw and started to lean back, easily tugging his top off and lifting his hips to shimmy out of his shorts. Not wearing underwear — doubtful that was a surprise.