Levi might easily enough start kisses, but he seems to easily yield to Finnick's experience, shuddering at the sensuality of the dance of their tongues, yielding a small noise at the back of his throat. Fuck, the man can put so much into it, and Levi finds himself almost studying the technique, copying movements and rhythm. He breaks, briefly, enough to pull in a breath as he's moved, even just a little. There's a thrill in that - being handled by a larger partner, palms on his waist or his ass. Maybe it's ridiculous, but his body seems all too happy to flush extra heat into his veins as a result.

As he goes back in for more, both hands sink into Finnick's hair, crushing curls in his palms, dragging fingernails over his scalp before just cupping his face, their kisses deep and unhurried, but not slow. Levi is less concerned about finding his own friction as he is about shifting his knee to meet that grinding against his thigh. Curiosity starts to take over, and he wants to feel Finnick in his hand - the size and shape of him, the weight and the heat.

When they break again, Levi sets their foreheads together, noses bumping as he breathes. A moment or two passes before he starts to shift a little, backing off the ledge and bringing Finnick with him.

"Stand up," he mutters, lips still near enough to taste. "Wanna feel this rock hard cock of yours...can't reach."