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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"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.
cw reference to past dubcon/noncon
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.