Finnick laughs softly. Touched in the head is a turn of phrase he hasn't heard before, and it amuses him.
His eyes flutter shut as Levi plays with his hair, and a small hum of pleasure escapes his throat. He leans his head back a little, into the touch.
"I've never claimed to be sane," he murmurs. Or to like sane people, for that matter. His thumb moves more toward Levi's belly button, still stroking there. He wants to take things at Levi's pace, but his body is making that difficult at the moment, the pleasant sensations and Levi's presence arousing him. If Levi stands close enough, he'll find growing evidence of that arousal.
At Levi's thanks, his eyes blink open again, but stay lidded.
"Thanks for telling me about it, and for coming with me. It's really nice."
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His eyes flutter shut as Levi plays with his hair, and a small hum of pleasure escapes his throat. He leans his head back a little, into the touch.
"I've never claimed to be sane," he murmurs. Or to like sane people, for that matter. His thumb moves more toward Levi's belly button, still stroking there. He wants to take things at Levi's pace, but his body is making that difficult at the moment, the pleasant sensations and Levi's presence arousing him. If Levi stands close enough, he'll find growing evidence of that arousal.
At Levi's thanks, his eyes blink open again, but stay lidded.
"Thanks for telling me about it, and for coming with me. It's really nice."