Levi certainly doesn't need to be told twice. His grip tightens, ever mindful yet of his own strength, and tugs just enough to make it interesting without pulling Finnick away from his neck - because fuck, that feels good. Nails press into his back at the feeling of teeth, still light enough to be pleasurable, and the sound of Finnick's voice curls warmly down his spine.

It's only when their bodies are flush together that he realizes how much he's leaned into the embrace. The hand on his ass seems to have encouraged him closer, and if the additional firmness between them now is any indication...Levi certainly isn't unaffected, although he's not as far along as Finnick. Yet.

At least one more tremble will wend through his shoulders before attention to that spot will begin to be too much - and if Finnick hasn't moved on by then, Levi will tug him away with a more insistent pull of his hair, and seal their lips together again for a more heated kiss.