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.
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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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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"'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.