Despite his various hangups about sex, there's an undeniable intimacy in this sort of moment. Maybe it's obvious to other people, but in his limited experience, it's so much more than just climax; it's the way Finnick reaches for him, brings him close in that moment of tension right before release, and it's the way that he holds and kisses and praises him immediately after. Levi finds himself leaning into it like a flower turning toward the sun, basking in its warmth.

Finnick was the one who came, but Levi still feels so light.

His hand had gentled, finally stopping when it seemed like he was spent. Levi lingers on his lips a moment and kisses him again softly, almost chaste in response. Perhaps a hint of a smile lingers on the edges, but there's only a hint of it in his eyes when he finally pulls back and reaches for a nearby towel to start cleaning them both.

"'ll take your word for it," he mumbles. It'd maybe been a bit more fiddly than necessary, but it got the job done...although he knows Finnick doesn't only mean jerking him off.

When he finally leans back enough to look up at him, Levi feels a little tug in his chest...because when he has a mind to notice certain things, he certainly does - and damn if Finnick isn't beautiful.

He briefly licks his lips, subconsciously. "...not bad yourself."