John is very aware of Finnick watching his every move. He can feel his eyes, and it’s like he’s physically touching John, the sweep of his gaze leaving heat in its wake.
Once he’s pushed his pants down his legs and bent to step out of them, he can’t resist picking them up and turning to drape them over a nearby chair, giving Finnick a chance to check him out from behind.
By the time he faces Finnick again, he’s visibly hard as he smiles, shy but with a hint of shaky boldness.
“Do, uh…do you like it?” He asks, half aware of absently smoothing a hand over his chest and stomach. “It’s—it’s not usually my thing, but I know you’re used to people sitting back and admiring the view. So, tonight, I wanted you to have something you thought was pretty to look at instead.”
And thinking about that even as he says it has John’s hand sweeping a little lower on his stomach as his hands slides over his belly, palm skimming over the waistband of his briefs as he feels his cock throb with a fresh wave of heat.
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Once he’s pushed his pants down his legs and bent to step out of them, he can’t resist picking them up and turning to drape them over a nearby chair, giving Finnick a chance to check him out from behind.
By the time he faces Finnick again, he’s visibly hard as he smiles, shy but with a hint of shaky boldness.
“Do, uh…do you like it?” He asks, half aware of absently smoothing a hand over his chest and stomach. “It’s—it’s not usually my thing, but I know you’re used to people sitting back and admiring the view. So, tonight, I wanted you to have something you thought was pretty to look at instead.”
And thinking about that even as he says it has John’s hand sweeping a little lower on his stomach as his hands slides over his belly, palm skimming over the waistband of his briefs as he feels his cock throb with a fresh wave of heat.