Levi is a pillar holding Finnick up, especially as his knees weaken from the pleasure. His other arm wraps around Levi's shoulders, metal hand gripping there, and he leans his head into the crook of the older man's neck. Absently, he sucks and presses small kisses to the wet skin there, between his increasingly breathy moans.

The hand in his hair is exciting as always, but also feels like a gesture of care, as though Levi's reassuring him. Finnick feels securely held even as the other begins to experiment with different areas and types of touch. The water they're in makes it all the more interesting; it's warm and makes the touches feel smoother and softer and sort of strange, in an intoxicating way. As Levi's fingertips brush the underside of his cock where it meets fleshy bits, Finnick cries out slightly, and then Levi's voice is short-circuiting his brain again. You like that, huh? It's a question Finnick has heard many times, and many times the answer to it is actually no, not really, but he has to cry out yes! like the whore he is. But not now. Levi actually gives a shit enough to get to know what he likes, and asks the question only based on Finnick's genuine reactions, adjusting his behaviour accordingly. It should be bare minimum stuff, but one might be surprised how often people don't bother, especially men.

He almost can't speak, his head in the stratosphere by now, but he forces himself to anyway.

"Yes," he whimpers against Levi's neck. "I'm getting close..."