The easy acceptance of his answer is just as lightening for him - he won't have to worry that Finnick will continue to try, won't have to continually reject him. It's easier to think about one thing at a time when it comes to this, and when the other man just leans into him, that makes his heart skip a little in his chest. The moment becomes all the more intimate, as he feels like a pillar holding him up, leaning cheek to temple. Those little sounds released softly against his skin and the sound of his name sends sweet prickling down his spine, and just like that Levi can let go of himself and concentrate entirely on Finnick.

As always whenever those curls come within easy reach, he slides his unoccupied hand into dirty blonde hair, holding him close as he continues to stroke and palm his erection. Something seems to shift, and he finds himself slowing a little, experimenting more, fingers tracing and exploring, reaching down farther to fondle delicate sacs. Levi listens to Finnick's little sounds and adjusts his touch accordingly, focused and very much intent on learning him rather than just getting him off.

"You like that, huh?" he nearly whispers back, voice low and husky, after getting what seems like an especially favorable reaction to a particular touch, and slowly does it again.