just rename this musebox 'the dump'

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[If he hates parties, Terry hates the inter-label parties even more. It's exhausting being around all these people and pretending not to hate everything and everyone and having to introduce himself to all these Virgo people as if he cares about these conversations and doesn't just want to go back to his bed.]

[He's coming in from a smoke break (read: going outside in a desperate bid to get away from people for 10 minutes) when he bumps into someone on his way back in and immediately puts his hands out to steady whoever it was as if he's in any way bulky enough to knock someone bigger than a toddler over.]

Shit-- Sorry.

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[There's soft, generally pleased noises from Terry on occasion, but the vast majority of his focus is on Finnick. He chews his lip a little while he looks down at what he can see of his hand between Finnick's legs, slowly working his hand just slightly.]

[It's a little while before he pulls his hand back enough to press a second finger in, just as slow and considered as he works up to a gentle rhythm and curls his fingers, paying close attention to every noise from Finnick just in case there's anything wrong or he does something he doesn't like or whatever.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick gasps again, then lets out a sound like a breathless laugh as he puts his hand on Terry's shoulder. He wonders if he always goes this slow or if he's tentative because he hasn't done it many times before, but he doesn't ask in case it makes Terry stop.]

[traumatizing]

[It's probably for the best that Finnick doesn't ask, nobody wants to have sex with a guy who's second guessing himself all night. As it is, he's mostly confident, just cautious too. It's true that he doesn't have a lot of experience with this.]

[He does raise an eyebrow at the laugh though and presses his fingers up a little deliberately.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick gives him a more insistent moan for his trouble, arching his back and digging his heels into the bed a little bit. He lets go of Terry's cock to dig his fingers into Terry's thigh.]

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[Terry quirks a small smile, still looking down at his arms between them, and then back to Finnick's face.]

I can go harder if you want.

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick moans, a little helplessly.]

Yeah, just-- a little.

[He doesn't want to come this way but it sure is feeling good right now and he's not going to turn down an offer for more.]

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[He nods] Just let me know when you're ready.

[He could just ask, but more likely he'd get distracted and end up getting Finnick off like this instead. Either way, for now he starts pumping his hand a little harder and faster, watching Finnick's face.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick's back arches even more as he presses his hips down onto Terry's fingers. It feels so damn good and he doesn't even bother holding back his moans as his head falls back and his fists ball in the sheets below him. It'll take a little while longer before he's ready for Terry to pull his fingers out, because he wants to put himself right on the edge before Terry fucks him, but it won't be too long.]

[traumatizing]

[He's content to keep doing this until Finnick says otherwise, drinking in his reactions, some part of him always delighted by being able to make people feel good like this. But it's never worth dwelling on, he just hums softly and takes his dick in his hand just to make sure he stays hard while this is all happening.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick's moans get louder and more insistent as Terry goes, his hips rocking involuntarily as his eyes flutter. He looks like he might only be moments away when he finally relents, reaching clumsily for Terry's wrist as he tells him to stop in a tone that's bordering on panicked.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry nods, slowing to a stop and pulling his fingers out. He puts his palm on Finnick's hip, thumb brushing circles lightly over his skin while he waits for Finnick to cool off a little-- it seems like a fair assumption he was pretty close. He glances around just to spot where the condoms are and pulls one open, not at all hasty but still he is opening the pack with his teeth and putting the thing on one-handed.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick reaches back up to Terry's shoulder and letting out soft groans like he can still feel his fingers inside of him. He digs his own fingers into Terry's skin to show him how impatient he is, even shuffling his hips a little closer. He doesn't want to cool off completely before Terry's inside him again.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry makes a gently amused noise and murmurs a soft "okay," moving to get himself situated a little more comfortably between Finnick's legs. He doesn't waste any time lining himself up and pressing into Finnick, head dropping forward with a low moan as he rocks his hips to press into him bit by bit.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick lets out a few breathless moans and draws his knees up a little farther to give Terry a better angle. This is perfect, it's everything he wanted, now if Terry could just get deep inside of him and fuck him with some urgency everything would be perfect.]

[traumatizing]

[He needs to get himself all the way in first, but once he feels himself bottom out he exhales a short breath and puts a hand down on the bed for support and the other on Finnick's hip to hold him close.]

[This part is easy, Terry has pretty much no apprehensions about it, and he starts working up to what he thinks Finnick wants. Something a little hard and fast but not too much of either.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick moans, slipping his hand up to the back of Terry's neck and putting the other on his own dick. He knows he won't come from being fucked alone but he won't start jerking himself off until it seems like Terry's close.]

[traumatizing]

[It takes a little while before he gets to that point, breath coming in shallow pants and moans once he starts feeling it tighten in the pit of his stomach and he ducks his head a little to try and catch Finnick for a kiss, desperate and messy.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick moans and kisses him, his hand tightening around his own dick as Terry fucks him. He's so close, he's just waiting for Terry to finish before he gets himself off.]]

[traumatizing]

[Terry murmurs something urgent against Finnick's lips when he's about to come, a desperate moan that comes out more like a whine as he tenses and rocks into Finnick with a few sharp thrusts when he does. There's no fanfare about it or anything, but Terry feels good all thr same. Still moaning while he keeps rocking his hipa until Finnick's finished.]

[thelittlemerman]

[It only takes a few pumps of his hand before Finnick is finished, arching and moaning like he's practiced at this, but not so much that it might seem like he's just performing for Terry. He really is coming and it really does feel good, and when he's finished he pants and waits for Terry to pull out, letting out the occasional moan to go with an aftershock.]

[traumatizing]

[He pulls out finally after a moment of stillness, nosing a little at Finnick's face before he pulls back a little to spot the wastebasket and get rid of the condom. Terry puts a hand idly on Finnick's thigh while he leans back on his knees, thumb rubbing lazily back and forth while his other hand rests in his hair and he catches his breath.]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick catches his breath too, but he lays back, staring at the ceiling as some unique kind of dread sets in. He wonders why he did this - why he brought Terry back to this hotel room, why he had it ready in the first place, and why any of this sounded like a good idea.]

[He almost feels paralyzed, pinned down to the bed lying there, he almost forgets Terry's there for a while.]

[traumatizing]

[Well that's not the way he knows people to act after sex-- they usually look a little less morose at least. Terry frowns, tongue playing with his lip ring while he tries to decide whether or not he should just leave Finnick alone.]

[He's not exactly great at just leaving people when he thinks they're upset though, and he puts his other hand down on Finnick's thigh to try and catch his attention.]

You alright?

[thelittlemerman]

I'm--

[His voice catches in his throat when he tries to speak, and when he hears it he squeezes his eyes shut and covers his face with his hand. There's something very familiar about this sinking sense of dread but he can usually ignore it and act like nothing's wrong. He knows Terry must think he did something wrong and some part of Finnick wants to tell him that's not it, but he can't even speak right now let alone communicate something so delicate.]

[traumatizing]

[The thought does cross his mind, and Terry frowns, wondering what to do. Wondering if he hurt Finnick or...]

[But he can't ask if Finnick won't talk to him, and he exhales a slow, heavy breath. Talking Finnick down is something he at least has some experience with, and the guy hasn't tried to kill him this time so that makes it a little easier to think.]

[Terry moves from between Finnick's legs to crawl up the bed and sit next to his head, hugging his knees to his chest with one arm and drops his other hand to comb his fingers through the front of Finnick's hair. Voice low and gentle when he speaks.]

Do you want me to leave?

[He can't help but feel like it'd be a bad idea to leave him here alone, but if it's what he wants there'd be shit all Terry could realistically do.]