The teeth scraping makes his cock twitch in Angel's hand. This is quickly melting him into a horny puddle.

"I'm sure I can handle your spider dick," Finnick says breathlessly. Regardless of what it looks like, he's sure he's done weirder things.

Finnick hastily removes his already-unbuttoned shirt and pulls down his pants and underwear, kicking them away. Now the fur is against his bare skin, which is a nice, if ticklish feeling. He shivers slightly.

"Let's see it," he murmurs, his hand ready to touch the spider dick.