It was fun and no one was making him do it. Angel got to enjoy the silly little game all on his own and Finnick seemed to be having fun — so what was the harm?

He had hands everywhere, and one left still to reach back and pull a drawer open in the nightstand so he could fish around, pull out a pair of handcuffs, pause, and then snort out a laugh. "Looking for the lube so you can bend me over and fuck me into the sheets. Maybe we can play with these later." Unless...

Anyway. Lube. Handcuffs tossed onto the bed, vial pulled out so he could pop the cork off. Did he time the pop with the exact moment his dick sprung free and pressed between them?

Yes. Obviously.