The hand in his hair sends a palpable thrill down his spine. Levi finds he doesn't mind the messy kisses, enjoys how much easier it is to tease and bite lightly at Finnick's lower lip. The soft please makes his heart beat a little harder, and he increases the intensity of his hand moving over the younger man's erection. His movements are determined now, racing Finnick to the finish. The anticipation of the moment when he comes undone curling pleasantly low in his own stomach.
"'ve got you," he mumbles back, trying those touches that had made Finnick nearly come undone before. "m'tryin'..."
"Ah-!" Finnick gasps as his muscles tense, the hand in Levi's hair gripping tighter, their foreheads pressing together. He shuts his eyes, seeing stars behind them as his orgasm rips through his body.
"Fuck!" He's loud, expressive- both because that's just how Finnick is, and because it's shocking how good this is, the best he's had in a while. Maybe because it feels like it's been building up for weeks, maybe months, his pent-up desire for Levi in particular. No matter how much sex he has otherwise, none of it could quench his thirst for this one man. Only Levi could make a simple handjob something mindblowing.
Panting lightly as he comes down, he takes Levi's face in both hands and kisses him deeply again.
"You're amazing," he murmurs, probably sounding lust-drunk and stupid at the moment, but he can't bring himself to care.
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."
It's so hard to flatter Levi, and maybe that's part of his appeal to Finnick. But right now, he wants to be sure Levi knows he's not just praising him for giving a good orgasm, not just talking out of his ass because of nice brain chemicals. He threads his fingers into Levi's silky hair at his temple, combing it backward, and looks into his grey eyes.
"I mean it."
He seals the statement with a kiss, and then lets Levi get to cleaning up, slouching in relaxation and a hint of sleepiness.
And then Levi's looking at him with perhaps a tiny glint in his eye, and licking his lips. The corner of Finnick's lip draws upward, revealing a dimple.
"Not bad, am I?"
He leans forward, sliding hands under Levi's armpits to lift him up. He gathers the smaller man into his lap. He gazes down at his muscular body, admiring it for a long moment as his fingertips trace the man's collarbone, softly touch a nipple.
"Lovely..." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss his earlobe.
"Would you like it to be your turn?" He breathes against the shell of Levi's ear.
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"'ve got you," he mumbles back, trying those touches that had made Finnick nearly come undone before. "m'tryin'..."
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"Ah-!" Finnick gasps as his muscles tense, the hand in Levi's hair gripping tighter, their foreheads pressing together. He shuts his eyes, seeing stars behind them as his orgasm rips through his body.
"Fuck!" He's loud, expressive- both because that's just how Finnick is, and because it's shocking how good this is, the best he's had in a while. Maybe because it feels like it's been building up for weeks, maybe months, his pent-up desire for Levi in particular. No matter how much sex he has otherwise, none of it could quench his thirst for this one man. Only Levi could make a simple handjob something mindblowing.
Panting lightly as he comes down, he takes Levi's face in both hands and kisses him deeply again.
"You're amazing," he murmurs, probably sounding lust-drunk and stupid at the moment, but he can't bring himself to care.
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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."
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"I mean it."
He seals the statement with a kiss, and then lets Levi get to cleaning up, slouching in relaxation and a hint of sleepiness.
And then Levi's looking at him with perhaps a tiny glint in his eye, and licking his lips. The corner of Finnick's lip draws upward, revealing a dimple.
"Not bad, am I?"
He leans forward, sliding hands under Levi's armpits to lift him up. He gathers the smaller man into his lap. He gazes down at his muscular body, admiring it for a long moment as his fingertips trace the man's collarbone, softly touch a nipple.
"Lovely..." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss his earlobe.
"Would you like it to be your turn?" He breathes against the shell of Levi's ear.