Finnick is the opposite of Levi in this respect. He'd often fuck people upon first meeting them. He's used to a fast pace, and he's a generally hypersexual and easily aroused person. It's certainly not strange for Levi not to be as far along with things as he is.
He gazes up at Levi with lidded eyes and murmurs to him quietly.
"You're doing something to me... There's no pressure if you don't want to go further, though."
The last thing he ever wants to do is coerce or introduce pressure or expectations. He has no expectations. But he does have desires, as he's still a man, and he's Finnick, and Levi is Levi.
The words seem to prickle along his spine, coil in the pit of his stomach briefly. Perhaps some months ago, he might not have been able to tell the difference between feeling flattered and alarmed - it's easier, now, but there's still a little bit of paranoia that flashes through the pleasure; he hadn't really been trying to do anything in particular, but through his slow-going experimentation with Erwin, Levi's come to realize that arousal is sometimes (often) a very fickle thing for him.
But just hearing that there's no expectation would be arousing in and of itself, if it didn't give him so much relief.
For a moment or two, he just stares at Finnick a bit, almost in a little bit of disbelief. But then something between his shoulders unlocks, a worry he hadn't really realized he'd been carrying, and he cups one soft cheek in his palm as he lays a firmer kiss on those sweet, patient lips.
"Thanks," he mumbles from just a breath away when they part. Gathering some courage, Levi continues, staying too close to really look at Finnick, though. "Don't mind f'you are...'n happy to get you off. But...don't always want anything back."
Finnick takes the kiss, his eyes closing as Levi touches his face.
"Okay..." He's still speaking soft and low. "Not how I'm used to doing things, but I'm not opposed."
Finnick was always the giver more than the receiver; he had to be. He had to please; Mags and Annie's survival depended on it. Now, the urge to please others is written into him. Taking without giving anything back might make him feel guilty, but if that's what Levi prefers, he can try to work with it.
"Just know you're never obligated to get me off, either. I can cope with an awkward boner." He smiles, catlike, and steals another kiss. "And I can take care of myself later while thinking of you."
That gets him one of those smiles that only seem to really reach his eyes, wry, as he shifts just a little closer. Levi's not really sure what it means, that most of the time he's more than content just to curl up with a partner and listen to their breath, the beat of their heart, and any other poof of life, rather than fuck them. It's never been anything he's particularly craved or needed. For nearly as long as he can remember, he's been averse to casual touch - you never know what people have been doing with their hands, and far too many who have tried to touch him have done it in an attempt to impress control or intimidation. He's gotten better at knowing the difference over the years, learned how to let people in close enough. It isn't even that he dislikes being touched, rather very much the opposite.
But there are some things that take a long time to unwind.
He clicks his tongue a little, falsely admonishing. "Would bet money you already have."
Fingertips trace lightly over Finnick's cheekbones, his jaw, trail down carefully over scars on his throat and follow the graceful slope of neck out to his shoulder.
"Don't worry...not in the habit of doing things I don't want to."
It doesn't have to mean anything, people just have their preferences and differing biological needs. Finnick is in part hypersexual due to his sexual trauma, but has always been a gregarious and naturally horny person, as well. Still, he likes for his relationships to be about more than just sex. A trusting emotional bond always makes him feel safer and less likely to be triggered, so he's more than happy to spend time building that with Levi before getting in too deep with the sexual aspects.
He laughs, a light and joyous giggle, his heart lifting.
"You got me there. You see right through me, huh, Captain?"
He smiles as Levi touches him with light, careful fingertips. Oh, he likes that. There is something to be said for being touched with no sexual intention, as well; it's definitely Finnick's favourite way of being touched. It proves to him that people do want to be close to him for more reasons than just sex.
He leans close again to kiss Levi softly.
"Good. I do have a question, though. I'm curious about... What kinds of touch you enjoy the most. Sexual or not sexual. And what you don't like. I want... I want you to feel good around me, and I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
Of course, he's learning as quickly as he can what types or levels of touch make Levi shy away or shut down, and in what circumstances, but he'd like to also talk about it. He wouldn't want to accidentally upset Levi one of these times, or do something that annoys him without knowing it. And of course, he wants to please Levi, possibly more than anyone else in his life.
"Um, you can tell me, or, show me." He lifts his hands, palm up, between his and Levi's chests, ready to be guided wherever.
If it were anyone else he wouldn't allow this close, it'd be a repulsive thought. But with Finnick...well - Levi can recognize that sensation as feeling pleased...curious, even. Before he can ask, though, there's another kiss on his lips, and gentle hands offered up in askance between them.
It's - a question no one's really bothered to ask him before, nothing he's really thought much about specifically except in one or two ways, or perhaps when things come up as they happen. At the very least, Levi never feels obligated to endure something he doesn't want.
He takes Finnick's real hand, tracing the palm with his thumb thoughtfully. "...still figuring some of that out," he admits quietly. Guiding his hand beneath the water, Levi has it settle at the small of his back, shifting closer, to slide his own palms appreciatively over the expanse of Finnick's chest. Leaning in, he can still feel the younger man's erection against his thigh, kneeled on the ledge between his legs.
"More concerned with how clean you are. If you're putting your hands or mouth anywhere between my legs, none of that goes near my mouth until it's all been scrubbed. Same if you want me to suck on your cock, not doing it unless you've washed recently and I'm not kissing you again before I clean up. "
Granted he's sucked cock maybe a scant handful at this point, but still.
Levi watches carefully for Finnick's reaction to these boundaries - surely they can't be all that surprising, but most people aren't this particular about their fucking; he's well aware that Erwin doesn't mind the messiness of it, but Levi hasn't quite been able to bring himself to suspend his discomfort for some things. A kiss can wait, for example, if he doesn't have to think about spreading the taste of cock between their mouths, and whatever else goes with it.
He pauses for a moment, and then continues, depending on if there's no strange objections:
"Usually also prefer not just going right for my dick as a way to say you wanna fuck." Not that Finnick has in the least - which is also earning him big points in his favor. Skipping straight to sexual touch makes it all feel especially base and transactional, which veers too close to the whole thing becoming more about power than about anything else.
That isn't to say some of these things can't change or bend with time and comfort...but he hasn't done enough yet to know that it's true.
Finnick presses the flat of his palm where Levi puts his hand on his back. The movement brings him slightly closer, brushing a little more against his erection, and Finnick's eyes flutter shut for a moment. A small hum of arousal escapes his lips. He rarely spends so much time lingering close to someone, unclothed, and not fucking them. It's strange, but the tension of it is delicious as well.
He listens carefully, and it takes a moment to wrap his head around the instructions. Particular, yes, but not unreasonable by any stretch of the imagination. Sex is gross and messy, Finnick knows that as well as anyone, he's just learned to either desensitize himself or find pleasure in those parts through association. He sees it as completely valid to not want to deal with the mess of it, to opt out. In fact, Finnick never thought of that as an option. In a way, Levi setting his boundaries in this moment is opening his mind to... Boundaries in general. Perhaps that's something Finnick could have too! What a fucking concept!
He nods. "Works for me. I'll try my best to be squeaky clean for you." Finnick pays attention to hygiene in the sense of always wanting to look and smell his best, but since meeting Levi, he's also taken more care around hand washing and teeth brushing, unconsciously doing it more often.
"I may be a horndog, but I like to think I have a little more finesse than that," he purrs with a small smile. Seduction is a fine art, and it's always been clear to Finnick that Levi requires more careful attention, and a more gentle approach.
He traces the thumb of his prosthetic hand along the curve of Levi's collarbone, eyes flickering between there and his face.
Perhaps in time he'll come to care less about some of these particular things - it isn't as though he can't tolerate any amount of cross contamination for a time. Levi has spent days in the dirt and the mud before, in clothes sticky and crusted with blood. It'd been just a fact of life when out on expedition. But he's also well aware of the things he can and can't control, and if he has reason and ability to lay out these boundaries, he will, so that at the very least he can decide when to cross them himself.
Not everyone understands it. Even with as patient as Finnick has been up to this point, there's no real telling when someone will try to push back, so it's only upon his easy acceptance and small promise that Levi feels that anxiety ease. Really, he shouldn't have worried, because he has noticed that Finnick always smells nice, and there's even something pleasant about the way the scent of the sea seems steeped into his skin.
That last little comment draws the faintest curve of the corners of his lips into something nearing a smile, though as ever, it's mostly in his eyes...perhaps a little smoldering now. The touch alights little tingles along nerves there, and Levi inhales a little more deeply to slightly arch into it, leaning forward.
"Yeah," he agrees lowly, tracing a thumb over Finnick's kiss-plush lips. "I like that about you."
And kisses him again briefly, just to prove the point.
Finnick meets his gaze. His eyes are beautiful, especially with that warmth in them. He returns the kiss easily, then kisses Levi's cheek softly, then his jaw.
Levi hasn't exactly told Finnick a lot about where or how he likes to be touched, but he's at least told him what not to do, which is just as useful. The rest, Finnick should be able to figure out through his body language, verbal communication, and trial and error.
His hands begin to intentionally roam Levi's back, thumbs pressing gently into dense muscle, fingers spreading out to caress the curves of his ribcage and shoulders. There's desire in the touch, but there's also a clear love and care. As he does this, his kisses slowly descend to his lover's neck, where skilled lips and tongue lap and nip gently.
No, don't mind getting you off isn't how Finnick operates. He wants for Levi to feel good and enjoy himself, or he doesn't want it.
Perhaps one of his larger struggles is making it believable that he does enjoy those seemingly one-sided activities. Levi's not always good with his words, so often relies on his actions to speak for themselves, but sometimes it isn't enough. It's also habit, after so many years now, to consider himself secondary to almost everything else. He can survive on little, is still, in some ways, not used to wanting things, let alone expressing those wants. In his mind, it should be clear how much he loves and wants Erwin, but every now and then when they do find their way to something sexual, Levi thinks he sees doubt in those blue eyes, and it ties his insides into knots.
He and Finnick are still figuring each other out, still learning, yet part of the issue is that he's still learning about himself as well, and not sure whether or not some of the things he likes are entirely him or because it was Erwin, or some combination of things. Levi's not a very vocal person, but he's starting to realize that if Finnick is following his lead and his signals...it might help to make them more noticeable. As intuitive as he is, they don't have years of shared companionship to draw on. It's new...and while there's excitement there as a result, there's also a little bit of nervousness.
It's that attentive sweetness that melts him. The caress, the push of fingertips makes him release a sigh of pleasure (fuck, he could use a massage) as he leans closer into Finnick, nearly chest to chest as his chin tilts upward to offer up his throat. Those expert lips find that spot Finnick had brushed earlier, somewhere just below the juncture of his jaw, and Levi can't stop the shudder that shivers down his spine, accompanying a sharp inhale of breath.
At some point, his arms wind around the younger man. One palm slides across strong shoulders, feeling the way muscle moves beneath skin. Levi doesn't ordinarily notice physique all that much...until he already has interest, and he won't even bother trying to deny to himself that Finnick's obvious strength does something for him. He reciprocates that press of fingers, tracing vertebrae, scraping nails lightly. The other, predictably, slides into those blonde curls he's come to enjoy so much, twisting them around his fingers, tugging just a little just for the sensation, rather than to distract Finnick from what he's doing.
He hums, low and pleased, eyes finally drifting closed...and shifts his thigh to press a little more against Finnick's flourishing cock, offering some friction.
Hearing that sigh and feeling Levi's muscles shake beneath his hands makes Finnick rock hard, the reward chemicals pinging through his brain. Seeing, hearing, and feeling the proof of Levi's pleasure is pleasurable in and of itself, especially since the man is normally so reserved and his expression so flat. He makes note of those reactions, and immediately acts on one of those notes, going back to the spot that made Levi shudder and sucking on it a little harder, worrying skin ever so gently between his teeth.
He presses fingers into muscle a bit deeper, and one hand slides down to Levi's ass again and gropes it gently. As their bodies come together, Finnick feels pressure against his cock and fingers tugging on his hair, and he moans softly against Levi's wet skin, open-mouthed. Levi will soon find that Finnick is quite vocal about his own enjoyment, which is partially a learned response from years of being sexualized, and partially just... How he likes to be.
"You can pull," he utters quietly near Levi's ear, referring to his hair. Finnick's scalp is very sensitive, and he loves any kind of touch there.
Levi certainly doesn't need to be told twice. His grip tightens, ever mindful yet of his own strength, and tugs just enough to make it interesting without pulling Finnick away from his neck - because fuck, that feels good. Nails press into his back at the feeling of teeth, still light enough to be pleasurable, and the sound of Finnick's voice curls warmly down his spine.
It's only when their bodies are flush together that he realizes how much he's leaned into the embrace. The hand on his ass seems to have encouraged him closer, and if the additional firmness between them now is any indication...Levi certainly isn't unaffected, although he's not as far along as Finnick. Yet.
At least one more tremble will wend through his shoulders before attention to that spot will begin to be too much - and if Finnick hasn't moved on by then, Levi will tug him away with a more insistent pull of his hair, and seal their lips together again for a more heated kiss.
The tightened grip has him making another soft noise against Levi's neck, and though he was originally planning to move downward to explore his chest, the sensitive spot invites him to linger there and see what else he can coax out of Levi.
The stronger yank makes him gasp audibly, then melt completely into Levi as their lips meet again. Holy fuck. He moans into his mouth with feeling. Finnick is quickly becoming intoxicated by lust, and the tension that had been building in him before things had begun to escalate just makes this all the more intense. His tongue mingles with Levi's, tasting him, and his hips begin to grind his erection into the shorter man's thigh. His real hand scratches lightly down the center of his back, then puts hands on his waist to pull him in further. As their bodies fully press together, he feels the indication of Levi's arousal, which feels like a small accomplishment. The pressure between them now should provide Levi a little stimulation, without Finnick just up and grabbing his dick, in case Levi isn't ready for that yet.
Levi might easily enough start kisses, but he seems to easily yield to Finnick's experience, shuddering at the sensuality of the dance of their tongues, yielding a small noise at the back of his throat. Fuck, the man can put so much into it, and Levi finds himself almost studying the technique, copying movements and rhythm. He breaks, briefly, enough to pull in a breath as he's moved, even just a little. There's a thrill in that - being handled by a larger partner, palms on his waist or his ass. Maybe it's ridiculous, but his body seems all too happy to flush extra heat into his veins as a result.
As he goes back in for more, both hands sink into Finnick's hair, crushing curls in his palms, dragging fingernails over his scalp before just cupping his face, their kisses deep and unhurried, but not slow. Levi is less concerned about finding his own friction as he is about shifting his knee to meet that grinding against his thigh. Curiosity starts to take over, and he wants to feel Finnick in his hand - the size and shape of him, the weight and the heat.
When they break again, Levi sets their foreheads together, noses bumping as he breathes. A moment or two passes before he starts to shift a little, backing off the ledge and bringing Finnick with him.
"Stand up," he mutters, lips still near enough to taste. "Wanna feel this rock hard cock of yours...can't reach."
Finnick's movements are smooth and practiced as he kisses Levi deeply, with a certain edge of greediness. He will take any inch that Levi gives him, savouring every moment, since he knows it could be a while before this happens again.
He loves moving Levi around with his hands, but he also loves it when the older man pulls and orders him around. He's so fucking hot, and yet... Adorable?
Finnick easily moves with Levi to standing, drifting forward until the space between them closes again, bending down so their faces are inches apart, his breaths coming heavy near Levi's ear.
"Please... Feel away," he tries to sound somewhat cool, but it just comes out breathless and pleading.
That's definitely the dichotomy he goes for: hot, yet cute. (It's not, as he doesn't strive to be any particular thing, but it's inevitable, perhaps, given his size). As accustomed as he is to a height difference, it's still mildly irritating to have to choose between kissing and touching, sometimes. But there's still something nice, about tilting his face up toward a lover, to catch or demand their lips, to watch them through his lashes as his hands feel their body, real and warm.
Finnick is beautiful; Levi would think that no matter his shape, but he can't help the primal part of his brain that enjoys the solidity of muscle beneath skin. The uncanny perfection isn't far from his mind, wondering what sort of scars the man would have if they hadn't been erased. His fingertips ghost along his chest, ribs, stomach, imagining what they might have been like - not because he likes the thought of him being hurt or suffering, but because they'd been his; part of his story, a testament to the things he survived.
His hand finally finds what he's after, caressing the shaft with fingertips, rubbing it with the heel of his palm before taking it in a careful grip, giving Finnick a very gentle tug.
"Fuck," he mutters, watching the younger man's face, other hand resting at his hip. "Could fucking break glass with this thing."
"Ah..." Finnick exhales a soft sound as Levi's hand finally wraps around his shaft. After yearning for Levi for a good month or two, to finally feel his hand there is exciting enough to send sparks along his nerves and a wave of heat up his spine. He intertwines his real fingers into the hair at the back of Levi's head, gripping gently. He takes a breath, trying to steady himself so as not to get carried away. Leaning down, his breathy laugh comes near Levi's ear at his little comment.
"You do very bad things to me, Levi," he growls. Even while still saying silly things, Levi's voice and his curses only stoke the fires of lust burning in his gut. Finnick nips at his ear lightly before lapping gently at the spot on his neck he found earlier. His bionic hand reaches down to grope the smaller man's ass more firmly this time, almost possessive.
The words make him snort, amused, and he starts to give Finnick's cock a thorough stroking. It changes quickly to a soft hiss, more for the lips at the spot on his throat than anything else, but that hand sends a shiver of arousal up his spine. It isn't so strange to him to be touched with a hand of metal, given that Erwin has something similar, although he usually can't get it wet.
"M'not doin anything," he mutters lightly, tilting his chin skyward, eyes sliding closed. His hand moves from hip to sink into blonde curls again with a soft sigh. "Your cock s'just all excited." And who's to say his own isn't getting there, too? He manages to keep focused, stroking Finnick at a steady rate, feeling his shape and length, and perhaps wonders how it would feel between his thighs.
He lets out another open-mouthed sigh of pleasure at Levi's deft hands working his cock and touching his hair.
"That's the worst part..." he murmurs, a haze of lust making him sound a bit dazed. "You don't have to do anything." Levi drives him mad just by existing in his vicinity. Not that Finnick's cock isn't known to get excited over the littlest things, but with Levi, it's increased tenfold.
His real hand releases Levi's hair, slides down his neck, to his collarbone and chest, and caresses down the older man's dense and scarred abdomen to his hips. Fingertips softly play and tease the skin there, in the divet of his hipbone, moving occasionally toward the base of his cock but not touching it yet.
"... Do you want me to touch you...?" He asks softly. Levi had just told him not to go straight for his cock, so he wants to be mindful of that boundary, but also doesn't want to neglect him.
It's heady, the way Finnick touches him. Arousing, yes, even he recognizes that. But there's an almost reverent care in it as well, thoughtful as well as eager. Restrained, because that's what he'd asked. More than anything, that's what makes Levi feel acknowledged, that this isn't just about fucking. Of course he knows that it isn't, or at least he thinks he does. Part of him can't help a little bit of doubt and uncertainty, a lingering paranoia that will only be overcome with time. As well as they seem to understand one another so quickly, it takes more than a month to really know a person. Being swept up like this is a new experience.
Finnick asks for permission, and Levi feels a swirling mixture of gratitude and disbelief. He swallows, feeling heat on the back of his neck as he continues to stroke the younger man's dick with a firm touch.
"...not yet," he answers just as quietly. The whispering doubts aren't at all the reason why he declines, though, but rather because his first impulse had been to say yes. As though to make up for it, he presses a brief kiss to the edge of Finnick's lips, nips lightly at his jaw.
Reverence is an apt word for Finnick's feelings toward Levi's body. This is the body of someone he cares for deeply, so he will treat it with that same care. It's how he would want to be handled, not that he's always had much luck in that regard, but a guy can dream.
"Okay." Finnick exhales the word, hardly a whisper. He doesn't mind being told no; in fact, in this case it's quite the opposite. Asking and being told a direct answer takes the onus off of him to guess. He feels like he's just been given permission to stop worrying about what he should or shouldn't do to please Levi and just be in the moment. His hand stops teasing Levi's hip and grips it instead, as though planting it for stability there. His eyes flutter closed as he falls forward slightly into Levi, hanging his head in the slope of the shorter man's neck. He relaxes into his own pleasure, Levi's firm grip coaxing heavy, shaking breaths from him, breaths that escalate into moans.
"Oh... Fuck, Levi..." He mutters, heat rising up his own spine.
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.
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..."
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.
One might expect that a partner's experience level is the last thing Finnick cares about. Some people who have loads of sex are still shit partners, and some virgins are amazing in bed, simply because they pay attention to their partners and are responsive to their pleasure. Levi is very much that kind of attentive, and Finnick has to swallow another moan against his neck as he explores the same spot again, as though he's a curious scientist probing for response.
Even if it's simply that Levi doesn't want to endure the thought of Finnick's bodily fluids surrounding him in the spring water, Finnick is none the wiser, because his mind goes blank as soon as Levi starts pushing him backward. It's sort of like when a computer has too many tabs open and freezes completely. Levi lifts him so easily, graceful and decisive, and it leaves him breathless.
"Fuck," he exhales again, starting to sound like a broken record, feeling dizzy. His real hand cards into the hair at the top of Levi's head and grip it gently as he pulls him back in. The kiss Finnick delivers is more open and messy now, his tongue blindly searching for Levi's mouth before it even gets there. Between kisses, a quiet "please" is whimpered.
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"You caught me."
Finnick is the opposite of Levi in this respect. He'd often fuck people upon first meeting them. He's used to a fast pace, and he's a generally hypersexual and easily aroused person. It's certainly not strange for Levi not to be as far along with things as he is.
He gazes up at Levi with lidded eyes and murmurs to him quietly.
"You're doing something to me... There's no pressure if you don't want to go further, though."
The last thing he ever wants to do is coerce or introduce pressure or expectations. He has no expectations. But he does have desires, as he's still a man, and he's Finnick, and Levi is Levi.
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But just hearing that there's no expectation would be arousing in and of itself, if it didn't give him so much relief.
For a moment or two, he just stares at Finnick a bit, almost in a little bit of disbelief. But then something between his shoulders unlocks, a worry he hadn't really realized he'd been carrying, and he cups one soft cheek in his palm as he lays a firmer kiss on those sweet, patient lips.
"Thanks," he mumbles from just a breath away when they part. Gathering some courage, Levi continues, staying too close to really look at Finnick, though. "Don't mind f'you are...'n happy to get you off. But...don't always want anything back."
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"Okay..." He's still speaking soft and low. "Not how I'm used to doing things, but I'm not opposed."
Finnick was always the giver more than the receiver; he had to be. He had to please; Mags and Annie's survival depended on it. Now, the urge to please others is written into him. Taking without giving anything back might make him feel guilty, but if that's what Levi prefers, he can try to work with it.
"Just know you're never obligated to get me off, either. I can cope with an awkward boner." He smiles, catlike, and steals another kiss. "And I can take care of myself later while thinking of you."
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But there are some things that take a long time to unwind.
He clicks his tongue a little, falsely admonishing. "Would bet money you already have."
Fingertips trace lightly over Finnick's cheekbones, his jaw, trail down carefully over scars on his throat and follow the graceful slope of neck out to his shoulder.
"Don't worry...not in the habit of doing things I don't want to."
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He laughs, a light and joyous giggle, his heart lifting.
"You got me there. You see right through me, huh, Captain?"
He smiles as Levi touches him with light, careful fingertips. Oh, he likes that. There is something to be said for being touched with no sexual intention, as well; it's definitely Finnick's favourite way of being touched. It proves to him that people do want to be close to him for more reasons than just sex.
He leans close again to kiss Levi softly.
"Good. I do have a question, though. I'm curious about... What kinds of touch you enjoy the most. Sexual or not sexual. And what you don't like. I want... I want you to feel good around me, and I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
Of course, he's learning as quickly as he can what types or levels of touch make Levi shy away or shut down, and in what circumstances, but he'd like to also talk about it. He wouldn't want to accidentally upset Levi one of these times, or do something that annoys him without knowing it. And of course, he wants to please Levi, possibly more than anyone else in his life.
"Um, you can tell me, or, show me." He lifts his hands, palm up, between his and Levi's chests, ready to be guided wherever.
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If it were anyone else he wouldn't allow this close, it'd be a repulsive thought. But with Finnick...well - Levi can recognize that sensation as feeling pleased...curious, even. Before he can ask, though, there's another kiss on his lips, and gentle hands offered up in askance between them.
It's - a question no one's really bothered to ask him before, nothing he's really thought much about specifically except in one or two ways, or perhaps when things come up as they happen. At the very least, Levi never feels obligated to endure something he doesn't want.
He takes Finnick's real hand, tracing the palm with his thumb thoughtfully. "...still figuring some of that out," he admits quietly. Guiding his hand beneath the water, Levi has it settle at the small of his back, shifting closer, to slide his own palms appreciatively over the expanse of Finnick's chest. Leaning in, he can still feel the younger man's erection against his thigh, kneeled on the ledge between his legs.
"More concerned with how clean you are. If you're putting your hands or mouth anywhere between my legs, none of that goes near my mouth until it's all been scrubbed. Same if you want me to suck on your cock, not doing it unless you've washed recently and I'm not kissing you again before I clean up. "
Granted he's sucked cock maybe a scant handful at this point, but still.
Levi watches carefully for Finnick's reaction to these boundaries - surely they can't be all that surprising, but most people aren't this particular about their fucking; he's well aware that Erwin doesn't mind the messiness of it, but Levi hasn't quite been able to bring himself to suspend his discomfort for some things. A kiss can wait, for example, if he doesn't have to think about spreading the taste of cock between their mouths, and whatever else goes with it.
He pauses for a moment, and then continues, depending on if there's no strange objections:
"Usually also prefer not just going right for my dick as a way to say you wanna fuck." Not that Finnick has in the least - which is also earning him big points in his favor.
Skipping straight to sexual touch makes it all feel especially base and transactional, which veers too close to the whole thing becoming more about power than about anything else.
That isn't to say some of these things can't change or bend with time and comfort...but he hasn't done enough yet to know that it's true.
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He listens carefully, and it takes a moment to wrap his head around the instructions. Particular, yes, but not unreasonable by any stretch of the imagination. Sex is gross and messy, Finnick knows that as well as anyone, he's just learned to either desensitize himself or find pleasure in those parts through association. He sees it as completely valid to not want to deal with the mess of it, to opt out. In fact, Finnick never thought of that as an option. In a way, Levi setting his boundaries in this moment is opening his mind to... Boundaries in general. Perhaps that's something Finnick could have too! What a fucking concept!
He nods. "Works for me. I'll try my best to be squeaky clean for you." Finnick pays attention to hygiene in the sense of always wanting to look and smell his best, but since meeting Levi, he's also taken more care around hand washing and teeth brushing, unconsciously doing it more often.
"I may be a horndog, but I like to think I have a little more finesse than that," he purrs with a small smile. Seduction is a fine art, and it's always been clear to Finnick that Levi requires more careful attention, and a more gentle approach.
He traces the thumb of his prosthetic hand along the curve of Levi's collarbone, eyes flickering between there and his face.
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Not everyone understands it. Even with as patient as Finnick has been up to this point, there's no real telling when someone will try to push back, so it's only upon his easy acceptance and small promise that Levi feels that anxiety ease. Really, he shouldn't have worried, because he has noticed that Finnick always smells nice, and there's even something pleasant about the way the scent of the sea seems steeped into his skin.
That last little comment draws the faintest curve of the corners of his lips into something nearing a smile, though as ever, it's mostly in his eyes...perhaps a little smoldering now. The touch alights little tingles along nerves there, and Levi inhales a little more deeply to slightly arch into it, leaning forward.
"Yeah," he agrees lowly, tracing a thumb over Finnick's kiss-plush lips. "I like that about you."
And kisses him again briefly, just to prove the point.
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Levi hasn't exactly told Finnick a lot about where or how he likes to be touched, but he's at least told him what not to do, which is just as useful. The rest, Finnick should be able to figure out through his body language, verbal communication, and trial and error.
His hands begin to intentionally roam Levi's back, thumbs pressing gently into dense muscle, fingers spreading out to caress the curves of his ribcage and shoulders. There's desire in the touch, but there's also a clear love and care. As he does this, his kisses slowly descend to his lover's neck, where skilled lips and tongue lap and nip gently.
No, don't mind getting you off isn't how Finnick operates. He wants for Levi to feel good and enjoy himself, or he doesn't want it.
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He and Finnick are still figuring each other out, still learning, yet part of the issue is that he's still learning about himself as well, and not sure whether or not some of the things he likes are entirely him or because it was Erwin, or some combination of things. Levi's not a very vocal person, but he's starting to realize that if Finnick is following his lead and his signals...it might help to make them more noticeable. As intuitive as he is, they don't have years of shared companionship to draw on. It's new...and while there's excitement there as a result, there's also a little bit of nervousness.
It's that attentive sweetness that melts him. The caress, the push of fingertips makes him release a sigh of pleasure (fuck, he could use a massage) as he leans closer into Finnick, nearly chest to chest as his chin tilts upward to offer up his throat. Those expert lips find that spot Finnick had brushed earlier, somewhere just below the juncture of his jaw, and Levi can't stop the shudder that shivers down his spine, accompanying a sharp inhale of breath.
At some point, his arms wind around the younger man. One palm slides across strong shoulders, feeling the way muscle moves beneath skin. Levi doesn't ordinarily notice physique all that much...until he already has interest, and he won't even bother trying to deny to himself that Finnick's obvious strength does something for him. He reciprocates that press of fingers, tracing vertebrae, scraping nails lightly. The other, predictably, slides into those blonde curls he's come to enjoy so much, twisting them around his fingers, tugging just a little just for the sensation, rather than to distract Finnick from what he's doing.
He hums, low and pleased, eyes finally drifting closed...and shifts his thigh to press a little more against Finnick's flourishing cock, offering some friction.
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He presses fingers into muscle a bit deeper, and one hand slides down to Levi's ass again and gropes it gently. As their bodies come together, Finnick feels pressure against his cock and fingers tugging on his hair, and he moans softly against Levi's wet skin, open-mouthed. Levi will soon find that Finnick is quite vocal about his own enjoyment, which is partially a learned response from years of being sexualized, and partially just... How he likes to be.
"You can pull," he utters quietly near Levi's ear, referring to his hair. Finnick's scalp is very sensitive, and he loves any kind of touch there.
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It's only when their bodies are flush together that he realizes how much he's leaned into the embrace. The hand on his ass seems to have encouraged him closer, and if the additional firmness between them now is any indication...Levi certainly isn't unaffected, although he's not as far along as Finnick. Yet.
At least one more tremble will wend through his shoulders before attention to that spot will begin to be too much - and if Finnick hasn't moved on by then, Levi will tug him away with a more insistent pull of his hair, and seal their lips together again for a more heated kiss.
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The stronger yank makes him gasp audibly, then melt completely into Levi as their lips meet again. Holy fuck. He moans into his mouth with feeling. Finnick is quickly becoming intoxicated by lust, and the tension that had been building in him before things had begun to escalate just makes this all the more intense. His tongue mingles with Levi's, tasting him, and his hips begin to grind his erection into the shorter man's thigh. His real hand scratches lightly down the center of his back, then puts hands on his waist to pull him in further. As their bodies fully press together, he feels the indication of Levi's arousal, which feels like a small accomplishment. The pressure between them now should provide Levi a little stimulation, without Finnick just up and grabbing his dick, in case Levi isn't ready for that yet.
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As he goes back in for more, both hands sink into Finnick's hair, crushing curls in his palms, dragging fingernails over his scalp before just cupping his face, their kisses deep and unhurried, but not slow. Levi is less concerned about finding his own friction as he is about shifting his knee to meet that grinding against his thigh. Curiosity starts to take over, and he wants to feel Finnick in his hand - the size and shape of him, the weight and the heat.
When they break again, Levi sets their foreheads together, noses bumping as he breathes. A moment or two passes before he starts to shift a little, backing off the ledge and bringing Finnick with him.
"Stand up," he mutters, lips still near enough to taste. "Wanna feel this rock hard cock of yours...can't reach."
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He loves moving Levi around with his hands, but he also loves it when the older man pulls and orders him around. He's so fucking hot, and yet... Adorable?
Finnick easily moves with Levi to standing, drifting forward until the space between them closes again, bending down so their faces are inches apart, his breaths coming heavy near Levi's ear.
"Please... Feel away," he tries to sound somewhat cool, but it just comes out breathless and pleading.
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Finnick is beautiful; Levi would think that no matter his shape, but he can't help the primal part of his brain that enjoys the solidity of muscle beneath skin. The uncanny perfection isn't far from his mind, wondering what sort of scars the man would have if they hadn't been erased. His fingertips ghost along his chest, ribs, stomach, imagining what they might have been like - not because he likes the thought of him being hurt or suffering, but because they'd been his; part of his story, a testament to the things he survived.
His hand finally finds what he's after, caressing the shaft with fingertips, rubbing it with the heel of his palm before taking it in a careful grip, giving Finnick a very gentle tug.
"Fuck," he mutters, watching the younger man's face, other hand resting at his hip. "Could fucking break glass with this thing."
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"You do very bad things to me, Levi," he growls. Even while still saying silly things, Levi's voice and his curses only stoke the fires of lust burning in his gut. Finnick nips at his ear lightly before lapping gently at the spot on his neck he found earlier. His bionic hand reaches down to grope the smaller man's ass more firmly this time, almost possessive.
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"M'not doin anything," he mutters lightly, tilting his chin skyward, eyes sliding closed. His hand moves from hip to sink into blonde curls again with a soft sigh. "Your cock s'just all excited." And who's to say his own isn't getting there, too? He manages to keep focused, stroking Finnick at a steady rate, feeling his shape and length, and perhaps wonders how it would feel between his thighs.
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"That's the worst part..." he murmurs, a haze of lust making him sound a bit dazed. "You don't have to do anything." Levi drives him mad just by existing in his vicinity. Not that Finnick's cock isn't known to get excited over the littlest things, but with Levi, it's increased tenfold.
His real hand releases Levi's hair, slides down his neck, to his collarbone and chest, and caresses down the older man's dense and scarred abdomen to his hips. Fingertips softly play and tease the skin there, in the divet of his hipbone, moving occasionally toward the base of his cock but not touching it yet.
"... Do you want me to touch you...?" He asks softly. Levi had just told him not to go straight for his cock, so he wants to be mindful of that boundary, but also doesn't want to neglect him.
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Finnick asks for permission, and Levi feels a swirling mixture of gratitude and disbelief. He swallows, feeling heat on the back of his neck as he continues to stroke the younger man's dick with a firm touch.
"...not yet," he answers just as quietly. The whispering doubts aren't at all the reason why he declines, though, but rather because his first impulse had been to say yes. As though to make up for it, he presses a brief kiss to the edge of Finnick's lips, nips lightly at his jaw.
"You first. N' tell me when you're close..."
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"Okay." Finnick exhales the word, hardly a whisper. He doesn't mind being told no; in fact, in this case it's quite the opposite. Asking and being told a direct answer takes the onus off of him to guess. He feels like he's just been given permission to stop worrying about what he should or shouldn't do to please Levi and just be in the moment. His hand stops teasing Levi's hip and grips it instead, as though planting it for stability there. His eyes flutter closed as he falls forward slightly into Levi, hanging his head in the slope of the shorter man's neck. He relaxes into his own pleasure, Levi's firm grip coaxing heavy, shaking breaths from him, breaths that escalate into moans.
"Oh... Fuck, Levi..." He mutters, heat rising up his own spine.
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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.
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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..."
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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.
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Even if it's simply that Levi doesn't want to endure the thought of Finnick's bodily fluids surrounding him in the spring water, Finnick is none the wiser, because his mind goes blank as soon as Levi starts pushing him backward. It's sort of like when a computer has too many tabs open and freezes completely. Levi lifts him so easily, graceful and decisive, and it leaves him breathless.
"Fuck," he exhales again, starting to sound like a broken record, feeling dizzy. His real hand cards into the hair at the top of Levi's head and grip it gently as he pulls him back in. The kiss Finnick delivers is more open and messy now, his tongue blindly searching for Levi's mouth before it even gets there. Between kisses, a quiet "please" is whimpered.
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