The soft cry of pleasure seems to tingle at the back of his neck. It's gratifying, to feel and hear the way Finnick responds to him, to have evidence that he's doing something right. The physicality of a task doesn't take him long to acclimate to, but he's still fairly inexperienced by many standards, or whatever other arbitrary benchmarks people use to determine whether or not someone knows their way around sex.
His next few touches are careful, exploring around in the area that had made Finnick sound like that, trying not to push him too close to the edge, but trying to recreate his steps, as it were. Satisfied that he knows, Levi gives him another ghosting pull or two before his hand draws away and he eases back with a ghosting kiss at the corner of his lips. But then he's crowding Finnick backward, fingertips to his chest and gazing up at him through dark lashes. Step by step, slowly easing him to the edge of the spring, and when he can go no further, he grips under the taller man's thighs and leverages him upward onto the edge, lifting him out of the water. Apparently, Levi doesn't want Finnick to actually spill himself in the spring.
His gaze sweeps his new lover's arousal appreciatively, confirming what he's already felt with his hand. There's a particularly alluring way water runs over the planes of Finnick's form. Perhaps if Levi had fewer inhibitions about such things, he'd give in to a thought to trace those trails with his tongue. He doesn't, but he does step close again, pushing between those swimmer's thighs to return his hands back to where they'd left off - one wrapped around Finnick's full cock, the other curling into his hair, drawing him back in for a thorough kiss.
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His next few touches are careful, exploring around in the area that had made Finnick sound like that, trying not to push him too close to the edge, but trying to recreate his steps, as it were. Satisfied that he knows, Levi gives him another ghosting pull or two before his hand draws away and he eases back with a ghosting kiss at the corner of his lips. But then he's crowding Finnick backward, fingertips to his chest and gazing up at him through dark lashes. Step by step, slowly easing him to the edge of the spring, and when he can go no further, he grips under the taller man's thighs and leverages him upward onto the edge, lifting him out of the water. Apparently, Levi doesn't want Finnick to actually spill himself in the spring.
His gaze sweeps his new lover's arousal appreciatively, confirming what he's already felt with his hand. There's a particularly alluring way water runs over the planes of Finnick's form. Perhaps if Levi had fewer inhibitions about such things, he'd give in to a thought to trace those trails with his tongue. He doesn't, but he does step close again, pushing between those swimmer's thighs to return his hands back to where they'd left off - one wrapped around Finnick's full cock, the other curling into his hair, drawing him back in for a thorough kiss.