She took up position behind him, kneeling with lube in hand. With a soft pop she opened the bottle and let some of the cool liquid dribble over his hole, her other hand grasping a cheek and spreading him open a little wider.

"Gods, you want it so bad don't you, baby?" She said, amusement tinging her tone. Night Sky set the bottle down to tease her finger around the puckered hole, slathering the generous amount of lube she poured over it. "Tell me, Finnick. Beg for my cock." She slipped the tip of her finger in.