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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"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.