Peeta's face was completely squashed under the manly perfection that was Finnick's butt. The back of Peeta's head was crushed against the wall as his face was crushed by the round flesh.
Finnick spread his cheeks as far apart as he could without taking any pressure off Peeta's face and released his vile fart into Peeta's nose.
"Uuuggh!" Peeta grunted against Finnick's ass.
"You like that wet one?" Finnick asked, grinning. He then released another fart, long and wet, against Peeta's face, trapping it so that it couldn't go anywhere but in Peeta's nose. "Have some more, lover boy."
FAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRT!!!!
Peeta couldn't stand it anymore. His face was in pain from being squashed, his nose was burning from the stench, he could barely breathe, and he felt as though he would cry as he started tasting it in his mouth. But he had to fight his tears.
"GET OFF!" The stocky blonde tried to shout, but all he could get out was a muffled noise against Finnick's butt.
"You must have worked up quite an appetite after winning the games last year. So eat up."
Finnick then lifted his butt from Peeta's face for a second, and Peeta gasped heavily for fresh air. Unfortunately for him, Finnick sat back on Peeta's face before he had a chance to inhale air without farts. Finnick had only taken a break to force Peeta's mouth open and sit his clothed butt on his face again.
He then launched a stinky bomb straight into Peeta's mouth, feeding him the deliciously smelly gas from his manly butt.
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