If it were anyone else he wouldn't allow this close, it'd be a repulsive thought. But with Finnick...well - Levi can recognize that sensation as feeling pleased...curious, even. Before he can ask, though, there's another kiss on his lips, and gentle hands offered up in askance between them.
It's - a question no one's really bothered to ask him before, nothing he's really thought much about specifically except in one or two ways, or perhaps when things come up as they happen. At the very least, Levi never feels obligated to endure something he doesn't want.
He takes Finnick's real hand, tracing the palm with his thumb thoughtfully. "...still figuring some of that out," he admits quietly. Guiding his hand beneath the water, Levi has it settle at the small of his back, shifting closer, to slide his own palms appreciatively over the expanse of Finnick's chest. Leaning in, he can still feel the younger man's erection against his thigh, kneeled on the ledge between his legs.
"More concerned with how clean you are. If you're putting your hands or mouth anywhere between my legs, none of that goes near my mouth until it's all been scrubbed. Same if you want me to suck on your cock, not doing it unless you've washed recently and I'm not kissing you again before I clean up. "
Granted he's sucked cock maybe a scant handful at this point, but still.
Levi watches carefully for Finnick's reaction to these boundaries - surely they can't be all that surprising, but most people aren't this particular about their fucking; he's well aware that Erwin doesn't mind the messiness of it, but Levi hasn't quite been able to bring himself to suspend his discomfort for some things. A kiss can wait, for example, if he doesn't have to think about spreading the taste of cock between their mouths, and whatever else goes with it.
He pauses for a moment, and then continues, depending on if there's no strange objections:
"Usually also prefer not just going right for my dick as a way to say you wanna fuck." Not that Finnick has in the least - which is also earning him big points in his favor. Skipping straight to sexual touch makes it all feel especially base and transactional, which veers too close to the whole thing becoming more about power than about anything else.
That isn't to say some of these things can't change or bend with time and comfort...but he hasn't done enough yet to know that it's true.
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If it were anyone else he wouldn't allow this close, it'd be a repulsive thought. But with Finnick...well - Levi can recognize that sensation as feeling pleased...curious, even. Before he can ask, though, there's another kiss on his lips, and gentle hands offered up in askance between them.
It's - a question no one's really bothered to ask him before, nothing he's really thought much about specifically except in one or two ways, or perhaps when things come up as they happen. At the very least, Levi never feels obligated to endure something he doesn't want.
He takes Finnick's real hand, tracing the palm with his thumb thoughtfully. "...still figuring some of that out," he admits quietly. Guiding his hand beneath the water, Levi has it settle at the small of his back, shifting closer, to slide his own palms appreciatively over the expanse of Finnick's chest. Leaning in, he can still feel the younger man's erection against his thigh, kneeled on the ledge between his legs.
"More concerned with how clean you are. If you're putting your hands or mouth anywhere between my legs, none of that goes near my mouth until it's all been scrubbed. Same if you want me to suck on your cock, not doing it unless you've washed recently and I'm not kissing you again before I clean up. "
Granted he's sucked cock maybe a scant handful at this point, but still.
Levi watches carefully for Finnick's reaction to these boundaries - surely they can't be all that surprising, but most people aren't this particular about their fucking; he's well aware that Erwin doesn't mind the messiness of it, but Levi hasn't quite been able to bring himself to suspend his discomfort for some things. A kiss can wait, for example, if he doesn't have to think about spreading the taste of cock between their mouths, and whatever else goes with it.
He pauses for a moment, and then continues, depending on if there's no strange objections:
"Usually also prefer not just going right for my dick as a way to say you wanna fuck." Not that Finnick has in the least - which is also earning him big points in his favor.
Skipping straight to sexual touch makes it all feel especially base and transactional, which veers too close to the whole thing becoming more about power than about anything else.
That isn't to say some of these things can't change or bend with time and comfort...but he hasn't done enough yet to know that it's true.