Reverence is an apt word for Finnick's feelings toward Levi's body. This is the body of someone he cares for deeply, so he will treat it with that same care. It's how he would want to be handled, not that he's always had much luck in that regard, but a guy can dream.

"Okay." Finnick exhales the word, hardly a whisper. He doesn't mind being told no; in fact, in this case it's quite the opposite. Asking and being told a direct answer takes the onus off of him to guess. He feels like he's just been given permission to stop worrying about what he should or shouldn't do to please Levi and just be in the moment. His hand stops teasing Levi's hip and grips it instead, as though planting it for stability there. His eyes flutter closed as he falls forward slightly into Levi, hanging his head in the slope of the shorter man's neck. He relaxes into his own pleasure, Levi's firm grip coaxing heavy, shaking breaths from him, breaths that escalate into moans.

"Oh... Fuck, Levi..." He mutters, heat rising up his own spine.